I’ve travelled for actually more than four years now, but the last four were the busiest. I flew planes many times, took coaches many times, sailed by boats and generally, even though I don’t quite fit into the mainstream perception of a travel bloger (as in constantly posting tons of „How-to“ posts with awesome advices and even more awesome photos), I kinda am one.
And I know there are tons of posts like this from all other fellow travellers, and I know that the best posts are the ones with more specific advices, but today I felt more like these general advices needed to be put on paper by me, too. There could probably be even more of them but I wanted to keep it short and readable.
I did post some more specific posts on this matter before but I think only in czech so plan to re-do them and translate. I am constantly learning and improving my flight routine, for example, so I feel like there is an article yet waiting to be posted on that topic. Maybe coming soon, who knows. Let me know your thoughts in comments.
Some books touch you deeper than the others. Some cats, too.
I think the first time I saw this book was in 2013 or 14. The former was the year I finally came to England for a second time and to browse all kinds of shops for all kinds of beautiful things would be amongst my first things to do.
I remember it being on the shelve with new stuff but also I think it was already a bestseller which is why I am not sure about the exact year – I think it became a bestseller quite right away so it might have been quite shortly after the release that I came across of it but who knows.
Anyway, I felt that this is a book that I would enjoy. Well, obviously, there was a cat on the cover and it was supposed to be about this cat and a dude who was found by him and they saved each other. But there was something more, the cat’s look I think, experienced, intelligent, mysterious. It wasn’t like usual cat pictures which are mostly just cute. It was intriguing.
I didn’t buy it at that time, ‚though. I generally don’t buy books anymore as I strive to be a minimalist. I only own a few paper books from my childhood, Harry Potter series and Lord of the rings 😀 So to buy something new that I could probably seek out in a library, if I wait a while, seemed pointless. I somehow felt that it was going to find me again anyway.
I never though how much I would give
to spend all my life with you
I never though that I needed to say
but I’m feeling like all over new
We have made our own world on the top of the cloud
top of our conjoined dreams
inside it’s warm and cozy and ours
and better than sometimes it seems
We need to keep distance to stay really true
to remain each other’s self
but only together we can build the best things
and to live we need each other’s help
We’re bound to be two and function and love
as a true couple only can
I know we can make it through whatever crime
‚cause I am your lady and you my man
It’s 2016, I just spent three months in Alaska and let alone everything else that happened, the dates 5th to 8th of May 2016 shall be forever remembered as my four-day odyssey through this crazy adventure that my boyfriend Mirek came up with – hiking the Stampede Trail in Denali before we fly back to Czech Republic, and visiting the Magic Bus 142 where Chris McCandless (aka Alexander Supertramp) was found dead in 1992.
It was Mirek’s dream, not mine, but I could understand why it appealed to him so much, and I also knew it might be our only chance to do it because we might never get back to Alaska. That itself wasn’t a good reason for me to do it, but I soon realized that no matter what, he was not going to let the idea go, he was going to fight for it and make it happen, so when we fought over it and he gave me the choice not to go and to stay in a hotel, I knew that wasn’t really an option. I wouldn’t let him go alone because him walking the trail alone was even crazier idea than the two of us doing it together. So it was going to happen. We were going.
I wrote this post in Czech originally, but after a while I thought this was something quite important so I should bother to translate it properly since Google translate wasn’t really doing it.
Wherever you came here from, you probably noticed my on-line name which is Em Phoenix and I feel like there should be an explanation to it so that you know what it means to me. In case you care, of course. So there you go.
Em is pretty obvious. It used to be „M.“ but then I felt that I want to stress out how I pronounce it. So it changed but it’s not meant to mean Em as Ema, I’m still M., as for the first letter of my actual name but meaning also a lot of other things. I’m into minimalism (you can read why here) and I saw a picture once that said „Minimal is m.“ and I thought that was just fantastic idea. It rang a bell in me and for a while I had that as my blog description and logo. Me being „m.“ made all sense (I actually originally used it in small letter, too.) But moving onto the phoenix!
I wrote about this couple of times in the past but Tim just reminded me with his amaizing and powerful post that some topics are worth being repetitive on.
I, too, have a history of feeling suicidal. I wanted to say „sadly“ or something like that but actually am not much ashamed of it, I couldn’t prevent it and it’s not a thing to blame yourself about. It’s just something that happens to you and if you are lucky, you realize in time the things Tim realized, that I realized and surely many other people, who survived their suicidal thoughts, realized too.
And he’s completely right, it doesn’t matter what brings you to the situation – you are never alone, you are never the first or the last person to get to the situation, and there is few places to turn to, to ask for help or at least an opinion of another person, whether it’s friends, family, or preferably complete stranger on a phone or in a coffee shop. The world will always send you clues if you just open your eyes and heart and accept its help.
I know! It’s been ages since I posted in English and I apologize to whoever from abroad follows me. (If you still follow me after those months of non-english writing, by the way, thumbs up for you, you are amaizing.)
I was really trying to get back to it, partially because few people gave me a feedback that I should, but life somehow got focused mainly on work and there is little time to blog, and even less to experience something worth blogging about. Life can become a bit redundant even if you travel – well, maybe it’s just if you travel for work.
I’m totally swamped with things going on – in just four days I’ll be leaving England after spending a year and half as an au-pair and the whole process of going is just overwhelming. It’s not just packing, it’s been three crazy weeks of trying to catch up with everything we never had time for, trips, restaurants we’ve been advised to go to, places we wanted to see, things we wanted to try or buy (yeah, we had a „lovely“ all day trip to bloody Bristol to get my boyfriend’s new iPhone after he was too late to book it in advance from much closer Brighton and they got sold out, bah) but also tell everybody in time that we are leaving, thank everybody, finish all the jobs that need to be done, teach a new housekeeper, find a new au-pair couple and just by the way, chase the big bat that just got into your room out of the window again! (You just have to love the countryside, this would never happen to me in Prague)
BUT! I still want to carve this little bit of time to write a special post for Emilie from Puttylike because as much as I want to go to bed, I’d be really sorry to miss this unique opportunity that only happens every… err… like never before?
And I only have today to write this which sucks. I was planning to put so much in it but there’s so much stuff to do and so little time! Ha, quite a multipotentialite’s motto…
Over the last sixteen months I had a chance to develop a very strong relationship with all the gorgeous animals belonging to our host-family. They included a dog, five cats, two tanks full of fish, also pond-fish, chicken and a rabbit. Some of them already passed away and it was tough, but I’ve already written some post about Squizzie who was my most favorite cat and Truffle the rabbit and now I feel like it’s time to say something about the others who stayed and who I’ll be leaving. I wrote it in a guide-style because I believe either the host-family itself or whoever will replace us could use one to take a really good care of them.
I think I could write much more about them and post tons of crazy pictures (it’s pets, you know how they are and every picture is so damn funny and silly that you just HAVE to share it annoy everybody on facebook) but let’s keep it simple and just about the most significant features.
Let’s start with Daisy. Daisy is a dog, god knows what kind, but she’s a good and sweet dog. She pretends to be the toughest guarding dog ever, barking at every car that drives by, or every person that dares to come close enough to „her“ property but just call her name and she’s all quiet and playful.
She responses well to either english or czech version of her name, the czech being Daisynka or Dášenka, and she understands some basic ordrers like „sit“, „lay down“, „give me a paw“ or even „shut up“ – but that only for like ten seconds.
I was on the train from Pulborough to London, over an hour of a journey and listening to The Feud. My mind just drifted away with their music, I’ve been listening to them for ages now and I still get amazed by how they feel good to listen and what good memories and emotions they bring up.
I don’t even have the new song on my mp3 player, just some old ones, also few previews to which I’d love to get full versions one day (Perfect Stranger for example). I remember a song that I don’t own and I loved it… well I did remember it, now it’s fading away, I can’t recall the text or the melody and can’t find it on any of their streams. All I know is that they used to play it back when they were new with In Between the Lines EP. How excited I was to get the shiny new red cd and their t-shirt which by now got pretty worn but I still treasure it.