Adventures of a wanderlust

Getting creative. Hers n hers. #roadtrip #moneyjar #homemade #DIY #weneeddollars !

Getting creative. Hers n hers. #roadtrip #moneyjar #homemade #DIY #weneeddollars !

This is worth remembering. It’s easy to get bored or complacent or find life hard because we’ve got too many choices or not enough money. But if you’ve got a passport and half a brain, you’ll be alright.

This is worth remembering. It’s easy to get bored or complacent or find life hard because we’ve got too many choices or not enough money. But if you’ve got a passport and half a brain, you’ll be alright.

What a gorgeous way to wake up. Sun streaming through your window and a view like this from your bed. Happy fucking days.

What a gorgeous way to wake up. Sun streaming through your window and a view like this from your bed. Happy fucking days.

Helgas Folly - Kandy

This place has got to be one of my highlights in Sri Lanka, it’s incredible! You know a hotel is going to be awesome when the Mad Hatter is painted on a mural at the entrance. I don’t even know how to describe it. It was really exciting just to arrive there, I got the giggles, it doesn’t feel like a real place. So much to see! It’s like a cross between Alice in Wonderland, a pervy Santas Grotto and a House of Horrors. I felt like a child exploring this beautiful, eclectic house. Toilets covered in old fashion shoots. Alfresco dinner was fucking yum. Creepy old photographs. The art and history are just everywhere. An old gramophone playing beautiful music. A hundred candles melted onto the candelabras. We were the only ones there. GOOD red wine! I want to come and stay here. Helga called when we were settling our bill, had a natter on the telephone, she invited us to come use the swimming pool. I want to spend Christmas here, I’m gonna work to make it happen… One year. We had to leg it back to the Buddhist monastery where we had a bed for the night - the monks had locked us out even before the 10pm curfew. Damn it. An awesome few hours in Kandy.

I’ve started reading this book. The Moneyless Man by Mark Boyle. I loved it even from reading the acknowledgements where he states the book is not his but an accumulation of all the people he’s met, books he’s read, the songs he grew up with, the girls he’s kissed etc etc. you get the gist. The long and short of it is he decides to spend an entire year living without money. You have to read it. He has a beautiful theory that if we all spent more time putting more love into the world, we’d all benefit from a world with more love in it. If we all shared and did acts for each other without anything in return, we’d eventually get what we need in return, when we most needed it from someone that we’d never helped but may by many degrees of separation have been helped by someone we had earlier helped. And full of interesting facts, like there are more active credit cards in the UK than there are people. And that we are using four barrels of oil for every one that is being discovered. And that 90% of the worlds ‘money’ is basically imaginary. But it’s really funny, even 28 pages in. It kind of reminds me of America Unchained by Dave Gorman or Join Me by Danny Wallace. Serious topic but a fun read. Maybe I’ll change a few of my spending habits…

I’ve started reading this book. The Moneyless Man by Mark Boyle. I loved it even from reading the acknowledgements where he states the book is not his but an accumulation of all the people he’s met, books he’s read, the songs he grew up with, the girls he’s kissed etc etc. you get the gist. The long and short of it is he decides to spend an entire year living without money. You have to read it. He has a beautiful theory that if we all spent more time putting more love into the world, we’d all benefit from a world with more love in it. If we all shared and did acts for each other without anything in return, we’d eventually get what we need in return, when we most needed it from someone that we’d never helped but may by many degrees of separation have been helped by someone we had earlier helped. And full of interesting facts, like there are more active credit cards in the UK than there are people. And that we are using four barrels of oil for every one that is being discovered. And that 90% of the worlds ‘money’ is basically imaginary. But it’s really funny, even 28 pages in. It kind of reminds me of America Unchained by Dave Gorman or Join Me by Danny Wallace. Serious topic but a fun read. Maybe I’ll change a few of my spending habits…

I have definitely let this slide. I’ve travelled thousands of miles, spent month and months saving towards an adventure, desperate to rid myself of the trivial commodities, wanting to explore, take photographs and write about it along the way. Instead I’ve ended up back in a routine (albeit an incredibly picturesque tropical island routine), sleeping, working, eating, drinking. I don’t know if it’s been a good thing having so much time to get my head straight or if all this time has meant I’ve over thought and over worked my head so that my brain is more wonky than it was before? I asked myself the other (particularly low) day if it was my first or my last week here, would I be living like this? The answer was no. So I spent the day in bed, napping, listening to suitably depressing music and eating kit kats. The next day I got up early, walked on the beach, swam, ate well, cycled, went to work with a new enthusiasm, had fun, ate more good food, had some good conversations, told a rude person to fuck off and had an early night. Then I bought an incredibly good book and spent the morning at a beautifully secluded part of the beach. I need to absolutely keep this up for my last few weeks in Sri Lanka. And the rest of my life I suppose.

It’s like my life before and after. Still not quite got it figured!

Beach life

Amazing how going for a swim in a different part of the beach can feel so foreign. So lovely.

Beach life

Amazing how going for a swim in a different part of the beach can feel so foreign. So lovely.

PERFECT beach day

My days off rarely go to plan. Even though there never is a plan. When I imagine a beach day, I end up sleeping in and running errands, getting to the beach shortly before sunset. When I have a loose plan to take a bike ride through the jungle or kayak at the lagoon, I wake up with no motivation to do anything other than sit in my garden drinking coffee. This particular day we were going to Galle, for no other purpose than to potter around the fort, eating, drinking and maybe buying some fabric with the intention of actually doing something with it one day. Instead we went to the beach, a different part of the beach so it felt like we were in holiday. Lots of sex talk, sunbathing, afternoon beers, fried prawns, cartwheels in the sand and our own music at sunset with my wifey spooning me. Fucking ideal!!

PERFECT beach day

My days off rarely go to plan. Even though there never is a plan. When I imagine a beach day, I end up sleeping in and running errands, getting to the beach shortly before sunset. When I have a loose plan to take a bike ride through the jungle or kayak at the lagoon, I wake up with no motivation to do anything other than sit in my garden drinking coffee. This particular day we were going to Galle, for no other purpose than to potter around the fort, eating, drinking and maybe buying some fabric with the intention of actually doing something with it one day. Instead we went to the beach, a different part of the beach so it felt like we were in holiday. Lots of sex talk, sunbathing, afternoon beers, fried prawns, cartwheels in the sand and our own music at sunset with my wifey spooning me. Fucking ideal!!

New age fun, with a vintage feel.

New age fun, with a vintage feel.

So this is my current garden. Best place to wake up and sit in your knickers drinking coffee. We have palm trees, a lagoon, flowers, coconuts and monkeys. It’s so quiet. Except for the trains. It’s ideal!

So this is my current garden. Best place to wake up and sit in your knickers drinking coffee. We have palm trees, a lagoon, flowers, coconuts and monkeys. It’s so quiet. Except for the trains. It’s ideal!

"I don’t think I’ve ever been sat so close to fireworks in my life….!"

Can’t get enough of this song right now. It makes me want to get to Australia. ASAP. (Vance Joy - Riptide)

I know when to go out…

… I know when to stay in. This change in my life has woken me up to what is important. The simple things do make you the happiest. Like fresh coffee on a Sunday morning. Hanging out in a friends kitchen, cooking, drinking wine. Good books - I’m reading The 100 Year Old Man Who Climbed Out Of The Window And Disappeared. Music. Riding on the back of a scooter, preferably when it’s dark and closing your eyes for as long as possible. Taking photographs and looking at other peoples. Staying in to watch a movie on a Saturday night without the Fear Of Missing Out. Doodling idly with awesome friends. Bike rides. Interesting conversations with interesting people, without the need to fill the silences. The simple life! *sigh*