My last month in the UK

So that’s it… the last 31 days I will spend in the UK for at least a year. I feel more should be flooding through my mind right now, however I have always been one that doesn’t feel it hit home until the very last minute. This could be a great thing, if it only ever hits me whilst on the flight, I have no other choice but to see it through.

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I think this is down to my family and friends being fairly relaxed about it. They have seen me travel before, they know what to expect and I do too. If everything gets too emotional, it makes departing harder. I am trying to show more excitement than anything and that is the feeling I am receiving in return. I am not departing on a ship in the nineteenth century on a four month journey, I will say goodbye to my family on the 1st September and say hello again on the 3rd. What a time to be alive!*

*Speaking of historical travel, I found the below isochronic map on 1843 magazine. A pretty fascinating map of the world from 1914, colour coded for readers to understand how long it would take to get anywhere in the world from the city of London.


Simon Willis writes in the article:

IN 1914 JOHN G. BARTHOLOMEW, the scion of an Edinburgh mapmaking family and cartographer royal to King George V, published “An Atlas of Economic Geography”. It was a book intended for schoolboys and contained everything a thrusting young entrepreneur, imperialist, trader or traveller could need. As well as the predictable charts of rainfall, temperature and topography, it had maps showing where you could find rubber, cotton or rice; maps showing the distribution of commercial languages, so that if you wanted to do business in Indonesia you knew to do so in Dutch; and maps showing the spread of climatic diseases, so that if you did find yourself in Indonesia you knew to look out for tropical dysentery. It also contained the map you see here, which told you how long it would take to get there from London: between 20 and 30 days.

I guess for someone of this time, losing a book would like losing a WiFi signal. Can you imagine the horror?!



Well, moving on from the days of ocean travel taking long enough to form a long term relationship (by my standards, at least), I am thankful to have a pretty short travel itinerary, relatively speaking.

1st Aug- 30th Aug:

Plenty of goodbyes, taking clothes to the charity shop, saving money by going to the gym instead of gin, blogging.

That is basically it really, a very uneventful last month. I like to see it as the calm before the storm.

31st August:

I make my way down south to London from Newcastle.

I was actually unsure of the best way and because of how much I needed to save, I felt bus travel would be much more cost friendly than rail or air. That was until I received an offer from Virgin East Coast, offering me a first class ticket for £30. As you can see from the map below, I hit a goldmine. The image is actually from a news article stating how a man found a private plane offering to fly him down to London for much cheaper than a train ticket that day. It certainly isn’t outside the realms of reality.


Then, one night in the Crowne Plaza at Heathrow Airport before my flight on the 1st September. I haven’t considered the route from Kings Cross to Heathrow just yet, however I am sure this will make it into my blog. Will it be a breeze or a nightmare? Regardless, you will find out as much as I will.

1st Sept:

This is it! I am on my way! 13 hours and five minutes of beer, movies and music before arriving in Singapore. A long journey that is only half way…

If you have done this trip, any recommendations on how to stay occupied would be appreciated.

2nd Sept:

17 hours and 15 minutes of layover :/

The whole day is spent in Singapore. Mainly the airport, which thankfully is very impressive. I will most definitely blog about my experience of the Free Singapore Tour that is offered to travelers with a layover of five hours or more. As far as long waits for connecting flights go, this is one I am too excited about.

3rd Sept:

I arrive in Sydney, however this is pretty much all I know so far. I have no current accommodation or a job, but that will be part of the experience. Finding my feet with the money I have saved, enjoying this new city and country as I blog about the new experiences. I don’t want to have too much to say in this post, what will I have to blog about then?

I am as excited to blog about the journey there as I am arriving. There is something about the travel that I do not want to go to waste. I don’t really like sleeping at this time, can you imagine how amazed nineteenth century travellers would be to be able to travel such vast distances in such a short space of time?

I don’t know what they would do on a flight, but I am willing to bet my plane ticket it wouldn’t be sleep!


Opera House: Photo by Liam Pozz on Unsplash

Window with a view: Photo by Pat Taylor on Unsplash

What a wonderfully flawed world

The beauty in a flawed world is that some humans will strive to perfect it.

Some, being a key word here.

If we pretended the seas were always calm, we wouldn’t have built strong enough boats.


If we choose to believe there is no danger out there in the dark nights at sea, lighthouses wouldn’t line our coastlines.

Going a little off topic, I decided to look up the origin of lighthouses. I often go in various directions whilst I post to my blog, I find it is a great way to learn. I just don’t often post on my random wanderings!

The Lighthouse of Alexandria was one of the tallest man made structures for centuries after it was built between 280 and 247 BC, with an estimated height of between 120 and 137 m (394 and 449 ft). It is one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World. It then became a ruin after a series of earthquakes damaged the structure.

Can you imagine sailing towards land and seeing a structure on a scale never seen before helping you to shore? I can only imagine what that would have been like. Before lighthouses, mariners were guided by fires on hilltops. This then led to the creation of lighthouses.

Again, thanks Wikipedia.

To state the world is perfect is to disregard the millions that spend their days each year evading natural disaster and threats. I was reading a post by a lovely follower of mine, atheistsmeow, posting of her current situation escaping a wildfire in Canada. It is an interesting read, and makes me think twice about complaining about living in a country that rains as much in summer as it does in winter (I was guilt of this as recently as my last post).

If we were to suggest these events were not occuring, where would we find the inspiration to learn about them and more importantly, learn how to prevent them? If we were to suggest everything is always good, where would we find the time to see the goodness in the emergency services working hard to save people?

I do not like the fact that the world isn’t perfect, I just like to admit that it isn’t because it is the quickest way to improve.

The difficulty in improving is to say that we don’t need to. If you believe this, that is fine. Just please make sure your towns tornado siren receives maintenance regularly, for the sake of everyone else.

 Featured Photo by NASA on Unsplash

Photo by Jean-Pierre Brungs on Unsplash