We are expected.
There’s a lot of interest in the visitors. They don’t have many on Jang Island.
On the rough jetty between rickety stilt houses, a guard of honour is forming. Kids from the Jang Island school beat out a deafening rhythm on hand drums as our open pancung boat pulls up and we file ashore.
Twenty students, two teachers and a visiting Australian author have come to do a writers’ camp at Telunas Beach Resort
, in Indonesia’s lovely Riau Islands, a couple of hours across the water from Singapore. Each morning we set off on a different adventure. Each afternoon we gather back at Telunas to discuss and write about our experience.
There is never a shortage of material. Continue reading
So tell us, Richard, how did it feel when the guy threw up on you?
Early start this morning. My day began with an invitation to appear on Huff Post Live, in a panel discussion about whether alcohol should be banned on planes. I qualified as an expert witness on this topic, apparently, having once been the recipient of a projectile vomit from across the aisle.
It was my first appearance on an American talk show. I soon discovered that it’s not a hard gig since the Americans do most of the talking, and all you have to do as a panellist is laugh at their jokes.
That was easy too. The discussion between my fellow guests (a flight attendant, a passengers’ rights advocate and the Huffington Post travel editor) was very entertaining and I could comfortably play the straight guy.
Moderator Marc moved us around the topics. From drinking on planes we discussed other bad behaviour by passengers, screaming kids, use of mobile devices and finally, inevitably, Mile High Club adventures. I had little to contribute on that last subject.
Thanks for having me aboard, Huff Post Live. It was fun.
Here’s the link to the segment.
What do you think? Would you prefer alcohol to be banned from flights? Have you had any bad experiences with airborne drunks? Could you manage without the booze or is it all that gets you through the long haul?
A modern Battle of Hastings. All good green fun!
The normally stiff, staid, sensible English don’t have much of a tradition of wild festivals. No Carnivale as in Venice or Rio. No running with the bulls or Oktoberfest. No pelting each other with tomatoes. Trooping the Colour at Buckingham Palace is regarded as letting their hair down.
So Jack in the Green is an exception.
It seemed an appropriate entry to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Green.
Every May Bank Holiday weekend, the historic town of Hastings is invaded by morris dancers, bogies (half man, half bush, half beer), chimney sweeps, giants and the Christmas tree on legs, Jack in the Green. Continue reading
No wonder cabin crew are sometimes grumpy. Photo: Getty Images
I enjoyed the AAP article in the Fairfax press (disclosure: they sometimes run my travel stories) about the 10 most common complaints flight attendants have about passengers.
Clicking your fingers at them is what they hate most, apparently.
It got me thinking about the gripes I have about those whose very close proximity I’m sometimes forced to endure. It wasn’t hard to find a list of 10 ‘don’ts’ for people sitting next to me on long haul flights. Continue reading
Michael’s Bar, and Michael himself. County Kerry.
Tourism Ireland fed me a fine lunch yesterday; tender meat drenched in Jameson whiskey, with spinach and spuds. I don’t have to repay them by saying nice things about the Irish but, bejesus, somehow I just feel like doing so.
I’ve spent some miserable, cold, hungry days and nights in their country, and enjoyed every minute of them.
The luncheon event was a pleasant plug to Sydney travel agents and writers, promoting 2013 as the Irish Year of The Gathering. Continue reading
Oh no, we’ve miscalculated! Mevrouw T and I have at least half an hour to kill between getting the Sydney house Dutch-quality spotless for the tenants and heading to the airport to spend four months away.
How to fill those unforgiving minutes? Drink one final cup of excellent Sydney coffee…and blog about it. Continue reading