Wednesday, 29 December 2010

Flying, Fun, Frankfurt

Well what can I say about flying? I think the question is what can't I say about flying. Unless you own the big bucks and can afford business class or god forbid a private jet overseas, flights are in no uncertain terms rather horrible. Economy class could be counted in my books as a mild form of torture. My leg from Brisbane to Singapore did not start off great as I was stuck in the middle seat of a four seater! A seat that can only be labelled as torture. At least Singapore airlines is rather nice, their seats I am pretty sure are slightly wider than others and their tv screens are a decent size as is their range of entertainment. So my eight hours was rather disturbed by lack of sleep and minimal room.

So after the usual dealings of plane travel we arrive at the famous Changi International Airport. Here we were ready to kill 9 hours in an airport. On closer inspection this was not actually that hard to achieve. There are all sorts of things and the best part a lot of it is free! So we caught 2 and a half movies, browsed countless duty free stores including my most beloved stores of all - brand names: Miu miu, burberry, longchamp the list really doesn't end. However, by about the 5th hour the effects of flight began to drastically settle in: my eyes simply were not cooperating, they didn't want the glitz of the world all they wanted was darkness. The fight to keep them open was a battle worth the wars.

Finally we board the next excrutiatingly long flight to Frankfurt - another 12 long hours. This time, there was a slight bonus, we had the 2 exit door seats which only means one thing - LEG ROOM! The excitement was emmense. Trying to stay awake for the first two hours in order to decrease jet lag was again an epic battle. After serving us the usual dodgy plane food my eyes won the battle. I woke thinking I had one amazing sleep, feeling that we might land in two instincts were incorrect we still had yet another 7 hours! So in began constant disturbed sleep, feelings of pain all over and frustration that although my body wanted sleep so bad it was only getting it in the smallest of proportions.

So I guess the fun in flying is well I guess it isn't. Landing at the destination and anticipating all your future adventures is all the fun a flight can promise but before it all nothing really warrants being fantastic at all.

As luggage came rather slowly the shuttle to our hotel was missed which was no matter as it arrived every half hour. It is a nice hotel something I am glad we chose for a relaxing, clean and comfy place after an epic journey. The body is still recovery but the mind is determined to make the most of Frankfurt.

By train it takes only 5 minutes to the city centre. I thought this was amazing as we were counted as an airport hotel. The receptionist informs us everything in Frankfurt is close; I like this. So we head to the place called Romer it is gorgeous. Old buildings with their distinct architecture and colours adorn the streets and people dressed so fine walk the pavements. As we walk we realise they were not lying Europe is cold. Today it is negative 4 degrees. I love it all the same and I am keeping warm. We visted a museum, happy the price was a small 2euros. It was a mixture of exhibits but what I knew would strike me was the war displays. How it shaped Germany is astonoushing. The old part which I mentioned would look so different today, it would offcourse be more prevelant, more beautiful buildings would still see the light of day. The grief and destruction of it all strikes you deep.

I am so jealous and extremely impressed at the same time by all Europeans. Why? Simple, they all speak English. It makes me feel so inadequete and rather rude as I want to apologise for my lack of tongue. They are lovely people, always lending a hand, always ready to help. The tiredness has come striking down again, so we decide to call it a day, get refreshed and ready for tomorrow. We refuse to sleep as we climatise our bodies to European time.

So I conclude this entry by saying flights are terrible, airports can be fun in their own way (sort of) and Frankfurt is a lovely city.

PS: My bathroom tiles are heated!

Thursday, 23 December 2010


Here we are again. Another Christmas, just as it always was. Someone once told me that he thinks we are loosing our Christmas spirit, that Christmas day with the family is no longer as big as he once remembered. Well I have news for you mister!
Thankfully we as a family celebrate Christmas the way it should be. We have not changed. If anything we have grown to love it even more. Christmas may be smaller this year in terms of numbers but never in terms of love and cheer. Those who cannot be with us this year chose on their own accord, not because of us, maybe they are loosing their festive juices, but our family is not.
Your perception of things may have changed, look deep down and maybe it is you who has lost a little bit of joy. I am not saying this mysterious person is a grinch, far from it. I am simply trying to let him know that Christmas in our family will always be there and the more you perceive it as lost, the more you yourself will begin to feel a change. Embrace and know that we hold traditions strong and forever. Change may happen, but it will work out to be most advantageous.

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. A night where often I feel rather darkly and miserably alone (I'm stepping into dangerous territory here). While the world has their parties with family and friends, while others snuggle together for a late night Christmas movie, I remain alone. To be honest, I do not mind (most of the time). However, as I ponder on what to do I find myself wanting to watch Love Actually but I then begin to see the negatives in this plan. The perfectness of it all will make me rather sad; if only life were more like the movies. I have been thinking for weeks now of how to amuse myself, keep myself sane and happy until a couple of days ago when my brother kindly informed me they would be home not too late. I was utterly elated inside. I rely on my siblings like we rely on food. I may call myself independent, but I am far from it. So tomorrow night I will be alone for a time in which I will contemplate my existence until, reliant as always they will walk through the door and cheer me up (even if my actions do not tend in such a happy direction). I am a burden indeed, so I thank them for dealing with my rather wanting behaviour.

So, here is to another wonderful, jovial and loving Christmas. Let us be grateful for those around us, let them know we care and that we are thankful so very much for their company and support.

Next weeks topic... Europe! Since it is only fitting as I shall be there.
For the next seven weeks this will turn into (hopefully) a bit of a travel blog full of exciting adventures and wonderful tales. However, as I am a poor student do not expect too much.

Thursday, 16 December 2010

Past Behaviours

Today is Jane Austen's 235th Birthday! So I thought I would reflect on a bygone era.

What is it that changes the way in which we behave, act, do everything as years, decades and centuries pass us by? Is it a particular event, is it due to ever increasing globalisation or is it simply a form of evolution?

Particularly looking at Miss Austen's time, manners were so evident, so integral to everyday life. Why is it we no longer stand on ceremony when a woman enters the room; we no longer bow and curtsy and we no longer change clothes for morning through to supper. Maybe it was all the wars that changed the way in which we chose to live.

Maybe all that destruction, grief and pure violence instilled upon people a sense of longing, of achieving something more than sewing a cushion, receiving a worthy marriage proposal or gallivanting around the countryside on horseback and top hat. Maybe this is the reason why manners became less important. We realised we could live without them and all that wasted time could be spent on imporving one self, finding an occupation or simply enjoying one's freedom just that little bit more. Or maybe the aftermath of the war was simply too much; society was busy recovering, rebuilding and we simply became lazy.

What I have learnt from watching (maybe a rather unhealthy amount of) period dramas is that everything in life is a simplified version of the past. Manners aren't the only changing factor. Society itself has transformed. We are no longer so strict, tight or private.
We no longer abide to such old notions such as sex before marriage, women being looked down upon if they show the first signs of affection or if couples are publicly devoted, women are no longer bound by the clothes they wear...

Was it all those wars? Or was it something else, something more simple. Was it due to the finding of new lands, of new people and cultures. We realised there was more to this world than our small circle of friends. Men travelled, discovered foreign food and women, reviled in unfounded activities and saw what and how they could be living. The human race simply grew, became that little bit more colourful.

Whatever it is that makes us change I am glad of it. If I am honest I'm not sure I could spend an entire day lounging about my house doing idle activities, I would would eventually tire of life and never experience its' great pleasures.

So here is to Miss Austen and her forgotten world, I will always admire your time and can only wish I was able to spend a week in your shoes.

Friday, 10 December 2010

Hello WWW

Well here I am. Yet another small individual who is in the big picture nothing special.
I simply want to write, let people get a glimpse of a small individual. I would love to go about this by handwriting on beautiful parchment and sending it off in the forgotten post. However, we are in the 21st Century. We have no time to wait for mail in the letter box, we have no patience for the pen and paper and God forbid we cannot live a day without our technology.

This is a taste of what is to come. Silly me voicing my rather old school opinions and wishing for a rather more reminiscent world. You will soon discover I am a universe of contradictions. Yearning for bygone manners yesterday, feeling awfully modern today. Sometimes I am a complete optimist and sometimes I sink into a world of little hope.

Stay tuned for more trivial nothings...