Posh Boy

Last week’s contribution to Hijacked Amygdala can be read here.


You asked me once why we “would never work out.”

Well, for starters, we come from different worlds.

(Don’t even bother trying to argue this one, Posh Boy).

Do you remember the time I told you that I wanted to name my dog Hendrix (as in Jimi) and you thought I meant Hendrick’s (as in fancy gin)?

Your friends are lawyers, tailors and traders.

My friends are tradesmen, dealers and murderers.

You take the piss out of me because I’ve never been in a helicopter or ever been skiing

and I take the piss out of you because when I took you on the Tube for the first time,

you asked where the STOP bell was.

You laugh at me because I don’t pronounce my T’s (especially when I say ‘bottle’ and ‘etiquette’)

and I laugh at you when…

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The Hostage

If you’re with her and you wish you were elsewhere then leave. One of the cruelest things you can do to a person is make them feel like home when to you they’re only temporary. We all deserve adoration and undistracted attention. We all deserve to feel complete. If you can’t give her your whole heart, then don’t you dare hold hers hostage. – Beau Taplin

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Take The Narrow Path.

The Daily Post – Weekly Photo Challenge: Narrow

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Blue Mountains, NSW, Australia – June 2015

It was the middle of winter and I had decided to take a scenic tour to the infamous Blue Mountains. Despite the rain and a slight bitter wind it was a magical discovery. A maze of pathways that snaked up and down the mountain edge. Carved out hundreds of years ago for  all the amateur Indiana Jones’ out there. The paths were uneven, crooked and slippery and it gave you a sense of danger even though you were fenced in. The thrill of it all though was the silence, nobody was around while you discovered all the little caves, waterfalls and viewpoints. You saw the odd individual every other hour.. a nice reminder that this wasn’t just a dream.

I found many photographs from this trip that I could have entered in the photo challenge but this one shows the subject, ‘Narrow’.

The thinnest of rails – A comforting thing that wrapped you into the rock but with the vastness of the landscape how easy it could of been for one false move and for noone to ever know it happened.

The steep pathway – It was narrow enough in all sense of the word. Both the width and the length. You got used to it after a while but if you were met by a passerby your heart did occasionally skip a beat. Brushing shoulders looking down at your toes reaching the edge of the step.

The waterfall – The thin stream of white in the background seems so peaceful and picturesque. Everything in the photo following the same vertical line. Once arriving at its bottom the waterfall was no longer quiet yet powerful!

Every photo I took travelling that involved a landscape I have to tried to show its full beauty. Let everyone see what it was that I saw that day.

This is my weekly entry with a lifetime memory.

 

Fight for what is yours.

Something that not many people do. It’s fairly easy to want something so much but leave it alone because it may seem like too much effort or you may feel embarrassed to fight.

I have learnt that no matter how small that thing is that you want, fight for what is yours. I used to long for things and never follow through with it. Or start and never finish. I bet a lot of people can relate?

One advantage of talking to yourself is that you know at least somebody’s listening – Franklin P. Jones

Everyone confines in other people, a recognition and someone to console in is precious and almost like a healing process for a person. That person you speak to is a helping hand in to figuring out what it is you want. Opinions are not always the ones you are looking for but this is something you need to hear to see the pros and cons of your situation. Some of the time though, unfortunately, people don’t always listen. They may hear you but not process what you are saying.

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This brings me to the quote posted above. The best thing to do is listen and talk to yourself. You may think, ‘I don’t know what to do, I’m lost’… But who knows better than yourself? Look at what makes you happy out of the situation. Would the one tiny thing that is niggling at you spoil everything? Or would it make the situation so much more perfect and make sense if you just let go..?

Fight for what is yours. Take hold of it with both hands and never let go. Wether it be a passion, a travel idea, love, career changing or taking yourself out of a situation. Noone knows you better than you. If your scared to hurt someone in the process just remember that is the process. Not everyone will understand but that is life. If it means in the process of losing someone that you’re fighting for then that is all you can do. On the other hand it may make them appreciate you more.

You may go for a job that has everything you wish for and more but you aren’t experienced. But who know’s until you try, life will not stop in it’s tracks and end just because it didn’t work. Why not go for that over experienced job? Who knows you may be the person that they have been looking for. The thing that they are fighting for maybe you who just walked through that door.

Be true to yourself, whoever agrees or disagrees. Hold your head up high and remind yourself that you are number one. No one loves you more than yourself.

 

In your thoughts..

A friend I met travelling a while ago sent me a poem reflecting how she felt about me. It was cherishing to know she thought of me when reading this. 


The time will come

when, with elation,

you will greet yourself arriving

at your own door, in your own mirror,

and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
And say, sit here. Eat.

You will love again the stranger who was yourself.

Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart

to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored

for another, who knows you by heart.

Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes,

peel your own image from the mirror.

Sit. Feast on your life.

Dumbo Love.

To everyone that knows me well I have a soft spot for elephants. Something about their calmness and grace soothe me.

I first found my love for them when I visited Ayuttaya in Thailand in 2013. Unfortunately it was at a riding attraction. I was unaware of the abuse to these gentle giants and had probably accepted that chains were the answer to human safety. When we climbed aboard I could instantly sense the hostility between the Mahout and Giant. He was dressed in his entertainment clothes, hurrying us along, holding a spear like fork. I thought it may have been incase a situation happened, possibly fighting with another elephant. But I was wrong..

Our route was around a dirty, dusty roundabout walking inbetween cars and tuktuks. An elderly monk crossed the road infront of us and in the blink of an eye I heard a deep, echoed crack travel through my fingers that were admiring the elephants treelike skin. It was in fact, the Mahout. He had smashed this beautiful animal in the skull and he stood dormant.

I will never forget that feeling In my stomach, a responsible guilt. I swore to myself I would never ride an elephant again. I hate to think nearly 4 years on that beautiful giant is probably navigating the same roundabout, with the same evil spirit clambered on his moneymaker.

When I visited the second time round I wanted to do it properly. I visited an elephant sanctuary in the highest hills of Chiang Mai. An organised trip by my hostel. There wasn’t a chain, rope, chair or spear insight.

A Mahout has a choice. It’s a profession passed down in their family and the elephant remains with them for the rest of their life. Many do use this as an opportunity to make money, becoming greedy and putting their elephants through torture and ridiculing regimes. Forest logging and tourist attractions are the main ones. Dying from exhaustion and mistreatment.

The sanctuary I visited not only rescued the elephants but also the Mahout. Giving them a small fee to stay there and have their elephant provided for. Giving them a peaceful life. If you own an elephant in Thailand you have a bounty on your head. The baby boy below was worth 2.5million Baht, thats just under £55,000. A hell of a lot of money to not have protected.

Elephant Sanctuary, Chiang Mai

The Sanctiary had just started and there was a handful of elephants within the family. We met them all, learnt their stories and how they rescued them. We met a 55 year old pregnant female who had been a forest logger for 30 years. Her eyes told everything.

On a brighter note, after we had met the family we had lunch over looking a beautiful waterfall. Then it was time to get mucky. We had a mud bath!


Mudfights and playtime. It was the best experience I have ever had (even if I was covered in poo!) to have the babies trumpeting with excitement and playing with us is something I will treasure forever. But obviously you can’t walk around dirty.. Time for a bath!


I was in my element and there was absolutely no pressure on these gentle giants to perform an act for us. I left the sanctuary exhilarated and emotional.

My message is to anyone looking for an experience of a lifetime or a photo opportunity to do your research. Respect yourself and your planet. These animals are to be remembered and cherished in a time of war, politics and money. You can do something to prove we aren’t all out to seek these things. Support what you believe in.

A tribute to the animal I love, a tattoo! It’s the least I could do!

Embrace what makes you different – Dumbo Disney

Febuary 2nd 2015

A snippet from my travel journal through Thailand.

I will gradually write more of my entries about my escape!

Currently blasting through Thailand to the Malay border in one of those infamous minivans. Stevie Wonder in my ears, sunglasses on. Rays of sunshine teasing my skin through the palm trees. So relaxed in a culture that is always on fast forward.

I can easily say these moments are my most reflective as I watch the world zip by. So many hundreds of thoughts repeating, it’s nice to just take a second and…

Breathe slow.

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Serenity Bar, Koh Tao – Photo Credit: Myself

A 16 hour journey sounds the worst thing but it’s just another day in the life of chasing paradise I suppose. Not all is lost, I could be at home longing for this excitement. The dream was to work like a dog to make it come true and it did.

Finally arriving in Thailand was like a dream come true. As two years previous I had only had a taster and of course every traveller gets itchy feet. It was like a breath of fresh air but within a familiar territory. Funnily enough I only had one major case of de ja vu from the previous trip and that was the arrival with my backpack on after 3 days travel straight from England to Koh Tao.

For those of you not so educated about Koh Tao, it’s the smallest island out of; itself, Koh Phangan and Koh Samui. Its an island on the route of where every traveller goes in Thailand but only is it MY wonderland.

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Sunset at Freedom Beach, Koh Tao – Photo Credit; Myself

When I had finally reached my destination the islands exterior had changed somewhat but not it’s soul. Not the spirit that I fell in love with. I sighed thinking..

..I can carry on my love affair happily.

Being on my own has opened new doors both with my mind and experiences. I appreciate the sunset more, the people around me are stories to read and treasure. Merging into a family of people with their own uniqueness and special qualities who just ooze life is so refreshing. So many amazing people. No need for names in wonderland I became close with old and new friends. Some of who I had originally met on the island and became eternally connected with. I got to see them again and relive the old times and create new memories that I will never forget.

Serenity

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It’s not just a view with a bar to look out of or even a bar with a view to look at; it’s a whirlwind of escapism, a pure feeling of happiness. The sense of life when you walk through onto that open decking with the world at your feet and the sea in your face.

Aside from the view, Serenity holds special souls that I have had the pleasure of meeting and will forever cherish their presence. A family in which people come and go but we will forever remain brothers and sisters. I have been able to connect with myself here and it’s something that I needed to do.

I still to this day close my eyes and surround myself with the beautiful silence. No escaping, left alone to appreciate yourself and the world we live in. Below is only a handful of the people who were at the start of my journey.

Serenity healed me.

Thankyou.

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The beginning of happiness. Serenity ❤

A Fairy Door in the Woods

Everyone loves a spot of wonderland

Suzie Speaks

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The Bloke is a talented photographer and often travels off with his camera to try and find new and interesting perspectives of our local area. We’re very lucky – we live practically next door to two beautiful parks, teeming with British wildlife, and when he gets back I’m always interested to see what he’s discovered.

One set of pictures from the other day caught my eye – he’d spotted something at the bottom of a tree. It was a little fairy door… I have no idea as to who created them, but the child in me instantly thought of Alice in Wonderland. Beautiful. I wonder who lives at 136?

He’s very kindly given his permission for me to use the image…

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My Cherry On Top; Koh Tao – Thailand

A memory of a place close to my heart is what I will enter into this weekly photo challenge. Being my first participation I hope I have entered correctly.

Koh Tao, Thailand. I lived her for six months last year and it stole my heart. Time went by day by day and I couldn’t get over that I was living there. You could see the island from different viewpoints and I was always discovering new favourite spots.

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In the month of April I thought I would upgrade my hostel accomodation with some friends to a villa in the hill. This is my ‘Cherry On The Top’ for The Daily Post. To be able to wake up every morning to a view in which I didn’t have to hike for.

This sunset was one of hundreds I saw every evening and it would never get old.

Forever in my heart Koh Tao.

The Daily Post, Cherry On Top

 

Where the dreamers go