Category: Death Of Queen Elizabeth

Year in Review 2022!

27/12/2022

Wow, what a year it has been for both me and Darrell. So much has happened in such a small space of time, I just don't know where to begin. I suppose I should start at the beginning - Darrell had been back in the UK for just a few short months and both of us were planning a future together in Portsmouth, in the aftermath of a pandemic that had conspired to keep us apart for nearly two years.

We were pretty happy and sorted at the beginning of 2022. Both of us were working in jobs we loved and were discussing the possibility of buying a home together for the first time in many years. The pandemic had been kind to us at least, and we had saved up a substantial amount of money for a deposit, but it just wasn't enough for somewhere big enough for our needs. To be honest, when I look back, I don't think either of us really wanted to live in a pokey one-bedroom flat, in a city we just couldn't call our own. I'm not sure if that sounds completely right, but what I am trying to say is, it never really felt like home. It didn't have the memories needed to form an emotional attachment. Although I had some strong friendships, keeping that connection alive, ultimately it wasn't enough to keep us in this famous naval city, on the south coast of England.

Darrell was working hard at Cancer Research in a job he loved. His boss and my friend Zerina was instrumental in keeping us both in Portsmouth for as long as we were there. She is one of my closest and dearest friends and a lady I hold in the highest regard. She has helped both me and Darrell out more times than I care to remember. Her advice has been invaluable, and she was a huge presence in both our lives. I don't think I have ever seen Darrell so happy in his work, as he was there, and he really put his heart and soul into a position he loved. Back then, I was sure we would stay in Portsmouth for the rest of our days.

Equally, I was thoroughly enjoying my position at Tesco, as I had done since I started there in 2018. In many ways, I had become part of the furniture and had settled into my role with ease. For the first time in many years, I had formed close friendships with some truly remarkable characters. These were the lifeline that kept me going when Darrell was away, and they held me together, while living a rather frugal existence in Portsmouth.

My colleagues on the Customer Service desk where I worked were such a close-knit group, it was always going to be a wrench leaving them behind under any circumstances, let alone what transpired later in the year. Together with my closest friend Jules, this was the World I wanted to keep, grasp tightly and not want to let go!

Jules was normally the first person I saw every morning, forever smiling, consistently welcoming and invariably so full of life. We talked about everything and anything, and he is the nearest to the Brother I have never really had. Our bond grew especially close during my last year in the UK, and I really don't think I would have survived those final days in Portsmouth without him. He was a shoulder to cry on, an encyclopedia of advice and always, just always that little bit 'extra gay'. Every morning we saw one another, we would always have the biggest bear hug and make sure to end our morning natter before work by saying those immortal words 'be extra gay today,' as we did every day, bringing a little bit of sunshine into an otherwise drab, dull world.

Of course nothing was quite as it seemed and although my work life was the best it had ever been, things at home were not working out. I had lived with my Aunt for four years and thoroughly enjoyed my time there. She was, in all but name, Mum, especially after my Mother died in 2019. My Aunt, Darrell and I all got on well in the same house, and it was an arrangement that worked perfectly for the most part. I suppose I became complacent and took our living situation for granted, believing things would carry on very much in the same vein, even when the danger signs were there.

Her son and my Cousin moved back into the family home in the middle of the year and despite a rocky start, things worked fine. I have always had a close bond with my Cousin, and in many respects he reminds me of myself. I'm not saying everything was a bed of roses, but we all learned to live under the same roof amicably and life continued as it had done before. Darrell and I did keep ourselves to ourselves a lot more, but I believe deep down we already knew it was time to leave.

Things came to a head after an uncalled-for family intervention. This was an unnecessary interference into what was essentially a personal matter, problems that just needed to be ironed out and boundaries set. As is the case in many families, talking seems to take a back seat, as situations spiral out of control, everyone burying their head in the sand, hoping issues will just go away. Both Darrell and I are as guilty of that as anyone. Sometimes it takes an argument to brings things to the fore and make us realise there is more to life.

My Cousin Rachel is one of the most honest up front people you will ever meet and despite a rather heated exchange of views, both Darrell and I were glad things were said as they were. This was a row that all three of us would have sorted out, no matter what the outcome, and we just expected things to return to normal. Like best laid plans of mice and men, it didn't work out that way, and an unwarranted text from someone who had not even witnessed the argument, suggesting Darrell and I should consider our position in Portsmouth, finally put the nail in the coffin.

We both decided, after receiving the text, that it was time to go. When people start digging the knife in, without a thought for no one but themselves, let alone two people who had done nothing but help, we knew our time was up. For our own sanity and peace of mind, we had to leave. There was no point staying somewhere where neither of us were wanted. This was a sad ending to our time in Portsmouth, but it also gave us an insight into what some people are really like. When a leopard finally shows its spots and the abuse starts flowing, it is time to head for the hills and not look back.

I will forever be thankful to my Aunt for taking me in at a particularly difficult point in my life. I will also always love my Cousins Rachel and Joe and their respective extended families. However, when I look back, I suppose I was never really a part of their lives anyway; I lived very much on the side lines, and both Darrell and I were quite happy to go back to 'us against the World,' and avoid family ties altogether - it's how we work best.

Initially we just walked away from a situation that had become toxic, but after a chat with my Aunt we returned to see if we could repair the damage that had been done. Despite getting closer to my Cousin Joe, spending a memorable last few months with him, we just couldn't see a future in that house with my family, and we decided to return to Australia and give this place one last chance. This was not an easy decision to make, but as I watched the decline of Britain on the news, and my own personal issues bubbling away, the warning signs were there; I knew it was something we had to do.

I spoke to my employer, who was amazing and fully supported my decision to take a 'lifestyle break' for a year, leaving the option to return to my job on the table, should everything fail down under. I couldn't thank my Manager Sammy enough for all she did for me at that time. Without her, I would have just walked out of Tesco and been left high and dry in the worst of circumstances. Her advice and help ensured a smooth transition to a new life in Australia.

The last month in Britain was a double-edged sword. This was a time I cemented friendships in a way I hadn't before. I had so many leaving parties, I lost count of the number of times I said goodbye, but these were people who wanted to give us a memorable send-off and show just how much they cared. I was on an emotional rollercoaster, and many tears flowed over the weeks before we left. Many of those who waved us on our way have kept in contact and continue to wish us well. All of them made our departure that much harder, and there were times I really thought about staying, but pulled myself back from the brink and continued to strive for a better future in Perth.

The hardest person to leave behind was Jules, tears really did flow on my final day. After all the planning, arranging of flights, hotels and travel, nothing can prepare you for actually saying goodbye to someone close, akin to family. Jules will always be in my life, I will make sure of that. I video call him when I can and message him often. My life is a little darker without him in it, and I wish things had turned out differently and our friendship could have grown into something even more special than it already is. It wasn't meant to be, and I will keep the flame of friendship burning bright from the other side of the World. There will always be a special place in my heart for the best friend who kept me going in the worst of times; of course I will always have regrets, but I also have to look forwards to the future.

We left Portsmouth on a rainy Saturday morning, after a series of emotional farewells. On that final day, Zerina turned up on the door step, just so she could wave us off. She did what others didn't, people who should have been there, and for that she will, like Jules, remain a friend for life. She also continues to phone, message and video call; as Darrell said to me, just the other day, she would have been his reason to stay. Zerina, along with Jules and my dear friend John, were the family we should have had, the people who truly loved us, and we loved back. You certainly can't choose your family, but you can evidently give it a damn good try!

Sitting at the airport, waiting for our first flight to Croatia, I was able to reflect on my time in the UK. I had, and still have, a feeling I won't be back any time soon, definitely not to live again, and it was time to let go of the past. At great milestones in my life, I have always thought about the 'what if's' and 'buts.' Our almost knee-jerk reaction to up and leave, had brought home the nature of what we were doing, we were leaving Britain for good, saying farewell to friends for the last time, but happy to leave the crap behind. In a few hours we would be with loving family in Croatia, with people who we cared for deeply, far away from the pain we were leaving behind.

Our trip to Australia was always about saying au revoir. With the UK becoming a distant memory, it was now time to connect with our Croatian Cousins before continuing on to Thailand. Marin and Vlatka had been in our lives since 2008, when Darrell went to Croatia to see family for the first time. We continued to go there year after year, and had many special memories to take with us on our journey home to Oz.

It had been a few years since we last saw them, and we hugged just like it was yesterday. Spending ten days with them at their home in Makarska was a joy and made us realise what family was all about. We had had such a torrid time before we left, we forgot that there were people who actually loved us and within a few short hours of arriving, we were comfortably at home, looked after by people who only had our best interests at heart.

Spending two weeks in Croatia was just what we both needed. We spent time visiting the Dalmatian Coast, relaxing in one of the many cafés and bars along the Makarska Riviera, gazing at the icy blue sea and just enjoying the peace and quiet. Vlatka and Marin prepared home cooked meals, and we sat talking to the early hours, catching up on family life in this beautiful Dalmatian town. I always feel like I am home when I am in Croatia, and this trip was no exception. This is a family like no other and the love they show is certainly unparalleled in my life; leaving is always the hardest part

Sitting outside a bar in Makarska, drinking a pint of Karlovacko, I heard murmurs from the tourists walking along the promenade. It had become apparent that HM Queen Elizabeth had died back home in Scotland. This amazing lady, the best public servant the UK has ever known, had quietly passed away, leaving a great gaping hole in all our lives.

My respect for the Queen goes back to my childhood, she is the only Monarch I have ever known. I became emotional, as I would if it had been a member of my own family. The Queen was the constant in my life, and she was now no longer there; words can not describe how upset I was.

I suppose in a way, it was quite poignant that she passed away as we were leaving the UK for a new life down under. An era was well and truly coming to an end, and her passing just reinforced the decision I made to leave. I was at least able to toast her passing, and made a promise to myself to watch the funeral from Thailand on the next leg of my journey.

Leaving Croatia was a wrench, as it always has been, but the time we spent with family was invaluable. We promised not to leave it so long in future and both of us know our family ties are always a reason to return to Europe, as we will do as soon as we are able.

Flying back into London to catch our flight to Bangkok was a rather surreal experience. The death of The Queen was palpable. Walking through the terminal after our arrival, there were TV screens and poster boards everywhere highlighting Her Majesties 70 years on the throne. I had returned to a country in mourning and a very different Kingdom. There was a quiet calmness about the place, as people reflected on just what Elizabeth II meant to them, deep in thought, glazed expression and respectful repose.

I would have loved to have laid flowers in her honour, but with our connecting flight less than 24 hours away, I was lucky enough to have a friend do it for me. Little John was heading to London that day, I was supposed to meet him, but with delays, it had become impossible, and he put a bouquet down in green park from him and me; a gesture I will never forget. This is what friends are for, and that's what made leaving Britain so hard.

Our two weeks in Bangkok were amazing, more than what we both expected. This was a city we both fell madly in love with, and a place we want to return to as soon as we are able. Bangkok is where modernity meets traditional Asian culture, sitting side by side, down every street, around every corner. There was so much to do and see, that we couldn't have possibly fit in everything we wanted to do. From the BTS Sky Train, Statue of The Golden Buddha and the many Royal Palaces, we weren't disappointed!

We spent the first part of our trip in the notorious Patpong district of the city, and this colourful area really did live up to its reputation. Patpong was an eye-opener in every respect, and we enjoyed some rather fun fuelled nights in the bars and restaurants down Silom Soi 4, where all the gay venues were situated. This rather hedonistic introduction to Bangkok, left us aghast on more than one occasion, but I am certainly glad we ventured into the dark depths of the city, even for just a short while.

Here I was able to see The late Queen Elizabeth's funeral on my laptop. Sat in The Siam Heritage Hotel, surrounded by oriental splendour, I was able to pay my respects to Her late Majesty and remember with fondness, her legacy and significance for me. It did feel strange being away from the UK at this time, but then this was just the beginning of our new life and as I watched from afar, the penny finally dropped; in all probability we will never live in Britain again. Our life was firmly on track towards our new home in Australia.

From Patpong and the Siam Heritage, we travelled across the city to Samsen Road, one of the oldest parts of the city. Here we settled into our luxurious hotel, where we enjoyed a more relaxing time. Close to all the major historical sites, we spent our time exploring this stunning part of Bangkok, visiting everything we could.

Darrell and I had firmly removed Britain from our thoughts, preferring to concentrate on the future. Travelling has always helped us forget some of the more difficult periods of our life, and this European/Asian adventure was the tonic we both needed. After several months of hell, we were now able to sit back and enjoy our favourite part of the World, free from pressure and stress, doom and gloom.

Surrounded by the beauty Bangkok offers, we immersed ourselves in the culture of a country that was so far removed from our own, yet strangely felt familiar and homely. This was a place where we both felt at ease, reassured and untroubled.

Opposite The Nuovo City Hotel, where we stayed, sat a small family run restaurant, 'So Samsen.' This became our go-to place and every evening we would go there for dinner. The food was exquisite, cooked by hostess Aom and her colleagues. Aom's credentials were impeccable, having helped set up a Michelin Star restaurant here in Perth, Western Australia, and at a reasonable price, we were able to taste the best of Thai food at a fraction of the price.

The ambiance was perfect; after each meal we sat looking out across the street where we were based, just chatting about the future, stroking the resident cat and soaking in the atmosphere. The girls, at So Samsen, would often sit and speak with us, adding to the friendly 'family' vibe. Both Darrell and I needed 'So Samsen' at that point in our journey, it reminded us, that there were good people out there, and a whole World to explore. I have never felt so secure somewhere in my life, and I know we were both reluctant to leave this pretty little restaurant behind. Its significance will remain a part of us always, as we continue our travels across the World.

.... and so to Australia where we are today, preparing, hopefully, for the rest of our life together. This has unsurprisingly been the hardest part of our journey. When I left the UK five months ago, I never believed my life would be where it is today. Back then I thought I would get somewhere to live pretty quickly, settle down and continue doing the same job I did in the UK. However, nothing ever turns out the way you want it to. Australia has changed out of all proportion since I was last here in 1997 and the differences are clear to see.

Back in the late 90s, finding somewhere to live was easy, today nothing but. After the worldwide pandemic, property is few and far between, and we are still, after three months, living was Darrell's Mother. This has of course made life very difficult, and we are continuing to battle very much as we did in the UK. This is the worst part of life here in Perth; everything else, however, seems on the surface at least, to be going in our favour.

My application to remain in Australia is in and in a couple of days, on the 28th December, I will finally be 'legally illegal.' My 'Bridging Visa A' will be activated, and I can live and work here unhindered. So far so good, but one has to remember this is only a temporary visa, before my final Spouse or Permanent Resident Visa is issued at some point in the future. Nevertheless, all the fees and solicitor costs are now paid, and it is now a waiting game, to see if I am accepted or not.

I completed my medical assessment several weeks ago and this will either give me the green light to stay, or signal our departure towards pastures new yet again. The results I have received back so far are good, but the major one isn't back yet. As part of the process I had to undergo a chest X-ray and as an ex smoker for the last thirty years, I am hoping nothing too major is flagged up, but only time will tell if that is the case. Everything else is perfect and good to go, I just hope this final hurdle is crossed without too much difficulty.

I have also got a job, one of the first I applied for, and will be starting as a Senior Manager for a large corporation just ten minutes from where I live now. The pay is double what I was earning in Britain, and it looks like this could be the job that secures my future in Australia.

Also on a positive note, we should now be able to buy a property early in the new year. We have both built up substantial savings and with a dual income, we have been told we can borrow up to $500,000. This will allow us to finally have a place of our own, not waste money on rent, and finally, after 27 years together, settle into Australian life.

The decision to leave The UK was always about taking a chance at a new life and as reluctant as I have been in the past, I am glad I threw caution to the wind and grasped the opportunity with both hands. I suppose the last few months in Britain showed me I had nothing to stay for, except the few friends I had made, and of course my Father. These important people will always be in my life wherever I am, here in Australia or in the UK, they will always have a pivotal role to play.

At 51 years old, I am glad to have made a decision to restart and reboot my life and hope everything turns out for the best. Both of us are travellers at heart, so in the worst case scenario, we will just continue what we enjoy doing most and take off on another impromptu expedition, looking out for another place to settle. We only get one chance in this World, and as my Father said to me recently, before I left, I have to make the most of my time and go where my heart desires. Whether this is my final destination or not, is irrelevant, the fact is, we are doing what we love; the hope is of course that the outcome is favourable, and we can finally leave the past behind!

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Bangkok City - Life in the Sky!

24/9/2022

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Street Life in Bangkok

Yesterday we went for a last visit to the city centre and shopping district of Bangkok. We took the boat from the hotel in Pranakorn, to the end of the line in Sathorn. From here we jumped straight on the BTS Sky Train and travelled to Siam Square and the main shopping district. Up until yesterday we have only really observed the city from afar, so taking the opportunity to really look at the workings of this metropolis, home to 11 million people, gave us a fascinating insight into Bangkok life.

The most interesting part of Bangkok, for me at least, is life above the streets, connecting one area to another. A whole new world has built up around the BTS monorail industrial style architecture; market traders, vendors, food stalls, in fact everything you find at ground level has moved upwards into the city in the sky. There are more people on the walkways that criss-cross Bangkok, down the middle of every highway, than there are at street level. At first, it does feel rather alien to a visitor like me, but when you realise the importance of this public transport system, it is easy to see why it has grown exponentially!

Above all, the covered walk ways that connect stations and businesses, create welcome shelter from the severe temperatures that engulf this city every day. It is markedly cooler along the busy above ground thoroughfares, than it is down below, and for that reason it works well. On the downside, it doesn't look particularly pleasing to the eye; huge swathes of concrete rail lines and over passes brutally carving a path through the city. Nevertheless, it is an essential part of Bangkok life, that keeps this city ticking along at an almost manic pace.

The one thing you notice on all Asian streets, whichever city you are in, across the continent, is the small shrines, dedicated to Buddhism and other Asian religions. These beautiful pieces of art, in their own right, not only look spectacular, but they also serve a purpose. Dedicated followers of faith come daily and leave offerings and garlands of colourful flowers. I don't pretend to know anything about any of the religions here in Thailand, but it is comforting looking in at these people, making a prayer in the middle of a large modern city. Tradition and modernity seem to sit side by side happily; British people could learn a lot from this harmonious relationship between the earthly and spiritual, for no other reason than a respect for one another in a fragmented world. These shrines bring people together in a way nothing else does, and it is an amazing spectacle to be a part of.

HM The late Queen Elizabeth II

It was lovely to see the city of Bangkok paying its own tribute to HM The late Queen Elizabeth as well. This is the first acclamation of its kind that I have seen, although I believe some of the larger towers are projecting an image of The Queen onto their buildings also.

Wherever I have gone in Thailand, I am asked where I come from and as soon as I mention the UK, they offer me their condolences on the death of Her Majesty. It is easy to see why, since Their own Thai King and Royal Family are so respected and revered here. There are portraits of the King everywhere you look, and even shops that specifically sell photo's of members of the Royal Family. This was a bit of a culture shock for me, even with my Monarchist views, but I do find it particularly endearing and similar to the way the King of Cambodia is also loved, respected and looked up to, something I witnessed first hand when I stayed there in 2019.

The rain came early yesterday, while we were still in the city. The thunder and lightening was quite intense, but it certainly didn't dampen our spirit. The rain is so warm, that it helps the whole city cool down for a brief period of time and is a spectacle to behold. So much rain falls in such a short space of time, that the deluge causes blocked trains and flooding right across the centre. There are people specifically employed to clean up the water during the downpours, and they manage it pretty well.

Tuk Tuk

After the rain and a late lunch in Nandos, (OK I know it isn't Thai, but the rain really was belting it down, and it was the nearest place we could find) we decided to get a Tuk Tuk back to the hotel. I had been wanting to do this for a while, since I arrived, but was always weary, because of the almost predatory, menacing way the Tuk Tuk drivers chase you down the road, trying to persuade you to hire their cab. I am not a person who deals with this type of persistent, rude behaviour very well. Coming from Britain, we just don't see this type of thing, and it is a practice that is far too aggressive for me. However, we both bit the bullet and jumped in one of these rickety, old, dangerous and damn right scary things and got a ride back to our hotel in superfast time.

The trip back was intense, as the driver weaved in and out of heavy traffic at speed. We were thrown around in the back, trying to hold on for dear life; it was unlike anything I have ever experienced. In truth our driver was giving us the ride of our lives, making sure we were suitably disorientated, rather like being on a fairground ride, but like Darrell, I enjoyed every bit of it. By the time we arrived back at our hotel, through the colourful, noisy streets of Bangkok, our heads were spinning; both of us just couldn't stop laughing.

This will be a long-lasting, enduring memory of Bangkok and although it cost us far more than we should have paid, it was worth every penny. Paying 300 Thai Baht for the journey, around £7.00 was excessive apparently, but it didn't seem that expensive to me; still we will know better next time!

Night Out in Phranakorn

In the evening we had another wonderful meal at So Samsen; I chose Hang Gang-Le, which was a spicy pork stew. Our host, Aom, explained that she used to work in Australia and helped set up a Michellin star restaurant in Darrell's home city of Perth. This immediately explains why the food at So Samsen is so good. After a few drinks, we spent a lot of time talking with Aom and the other members of staff that work there. They have all been so friendly and welcoming, we have some wonderful memories to take with us on our journey!

The Thai White Spirit was a wonderful way to end the evening with Aom; yes it was punchy and stronger than anything I have tasted before, but it does help with the digestion, apparently. Personally, I just think it's a way of getting drunk quicker, and true to form it had the desired effect.

At 9pm, with left our favourite restaurant for a walk to sober up a little, but ended up stumbling into a rather lively district full of clubs and bars. I had an awful feeling the night wasn't going to end well, but by now I was so drunk I didn't care!

The rain was just beginning to fall as we sat down for a drink in a local bar, opposite one of the many massage parlours in Bangkok. These places are literally everywhere, around every corner, as common as hairdressers are in the UK. The bar was busy with lots of young revellers out for a good time. Having been drinking since 6.30 pm, I was feeling a little bit worse for wear myself and was quite happy to just sit, watch, listen to the live music and take in the sights and smells of this area in the backstreets of Bangkok, near Samsen Road.

Darrell and I don't really drink to excess any more, so on the rare occasions we do, we enjoy ourselves. Walking around the tiny backstreets was a bit frightening on occasion, nearly falling down open drains and the like, but once again it was all part of a journey I will remember fondly, warts and all. I love exploring new places, and there certainly is a lot to see in Phranakorn. I know Darrell and I would dearly love to come back here in time, especially to see Aom and the crew at So Samsen.

Whatever the future holds, we are leaving here on Monday morning, to travel to our final hotel before we fly to Perth. We have both had a fantastic twelve days in this wonderful city of contrasts and will miss the bonds we have formed. It is important to keep the memories burning bright as we say farewell to Thailand, because this is a country we have both fallen in love with. Darrell and I rarely agree on much, we are very different characters, but if we both like something well enough, chances are, we will be back, and I can't wait for the day we can be here together again enjoying the delights of Thailand in our own special way.

Farewell to Phranakorn

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Bangkok - Where modernity sits in harmony with tradition!

19/9/2022

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Chong Nonsi Canal Park

There is so much to explore in Bangkok, knowing where to start is difficult. As I opened the curtains from our hotel room yesterday morning and saw the MahaNakhon tower, or the more aptly named 'falling down' building, outside my window which is truly a marvel to behold, I knew Darrell and I needed to explore the city before we headed for a more sophisticated stay down by the river, away from the fray of Silom 4 Alley.

I have enjoyed staying in this part of Bangkok, it certainly has been an eye-opener, but the extremes in this part of the city are laid bare (literally) in a very raw way. What you see is what you get here. This is a particularly seedy area, (there I've said it) and it wouldn't be a place where I would choose to stay again, but walking around, jumping on a BTS train from time to time, you can see a softer, more traditional side of Bangkok.

The community around our hotel is rather colourful, but if one looks deeper, below the surface, it seems sex isn't the taboo, it is in the UK in particular. There are clubs, massage parlours and 'money boy' bars everywhere, but that is just part of the course when you stay in Patpong, and it really just adds to the unusual atmosphere of the place. Its gritty underbelly is a reason to visit here alone; you will never see anything like it again.

A short sky train ride away we stumbled upon the Chong Nonsi Canal Park, similar to the one in Seoul in Korea, where we visited in 2019, although certainly not as well looked after or clean. The canal is still fascinating to visit, but still very much under construction. The water has a distinctly brown hue, rather than crystal clear; I dread to think what lurks inside.

The buildings around Chong Nonsi are particularly stunning, bright, modern and sparkling in the morning sun, interconnected with the brutalist structure of the BTS Sky Train system and a city living very much above the streets of Bangkok. It is a bit of a culture shock if you are not used to this extreme urban way of living, but to live it first hand was a treat and something I will never forget!

Sri Maha Mariamman Temple, Bangkok

From Chong Nonsi, we visited Sri Maha Mariamman Temple, nestling between the modern glass buildings that litter the skyline. This traditional Hindu place of worship was a fascinating encounter. There was a lot of noise, colour and the smell of incense was intense. This feast for the senses feels rather foreign to the casual observer. If you aren't used to Hinduism it can be quite a shock. Religious practise in the UK bears no resemblance to the Hindu religion and for that reason alone it is worth a visit. I was however, expecting a much larger building and was struck by how small it was, but the intimate space offered a look into a way of life, that people like me from western nations have very little concept of.

Golden Buddha Statue

After a short break at the hotel, freshening up after the scorching temperatures outside, Darrell and I walked the short distance to the nearest MRT station, to take an underground train, to the Statue of The Golden Buddha. The most annoying thing, about the otherwise perfect, public transport systems here in Bangkok, is they are not integrated, The BTS Sky Train works independently of the MTS Subway and this can be terribly frustrating.

We bought a day travel card for the Sky Train, at a cost of three pounds, rather than the twenty pounds you would pay in the UK, and being unknowledgeable tourists we initially thought we could use in on both systems, but no. At a cost of seventeen Bhat (about thirty pence) we paid separately for a token to take us the one of the most famous landmarks in Bangkok, situated just outside China Town.

The complex where the statue is situated was roasting hot and packed to bursting with pilgrims all wanting to go to this Buddhist site. We bought a ticket each to enter the inner sanctum, and it was a rather beautiful experience. It was of course difficult to take in everything in its full glory, due to the amount of people there, but it was nevertheless a visit I was glad to have undertaken. Yes it is a typical tourist stop, but that is what I am here for, to see these places and discover more about Thailand.

The biggest shock for me was the surrounding area, where the temple is build, which has clearly built up over time. I have often found myself surprised at just how run down the urban sprawl is around these monuments, it is completely at odds with the way things are in Britain at least, but it really does add to the lawless feel I have often felt here in Bangkok.

Bangkok China Town Gate

The Statue of the Golden Buddha is situated just outside China Town, which makes this a particularly colourful part of Bangkok. The smells, sights and feel of the area is typically Chinese and is a captivating place to visit. We didn't venture too far into the Town because we were extremely hot, but just took a brief look around, especially as I am such a fan of anything Asian.

By now we were literally melting and sweating profusely, so as we made our way back to the subway station we stopped for a welcome break in Starbucks. It did seem very odd seeing this vestige of western commercialism in the middle of this particular district, but it is again a reason why I love this part of the World so much. Asian culture is so different from our own, but you do on occasion see the two ways of life living in perfect harmony, side by side. There is after all no reason why our different lifestyles and traditions shouldn't coexist, it is just up to us to ensure we embrace all our peers as equal, without prejudice and afford one another the respect we all deserve.

Funeral of The late Queen Elizabeth II

After an exhausting day of sightseeing, I made it back to the hotel to watch The late Queen Elizabeth's funeral service. It has been difficult trying to find away of viewing this emotional event at home in the UK, since there is very little English-speaking television channels at the Siam Heritage Hotel. However, I did manage to watch the entire thing on a live feed from Sky News and what a very touching experience it was; something I will never forget for as long as I live.

The funeral began at 6 pm Bangkok time and with Darrell swimming in the roof pool, I sat down to watch Her Majesty's funeral without interruption. I don't think I have ever felt so moved in my life. My homeland was giving the only Monarch most of us have ever known, the best send off they could, and if I am honest, it has been heart-wrenching watching it from the sidelines in Bangkok; I would have much rather been home at this time.

I have done my best to remember The Queen whilst travelling, in the most respectful way I can. Friends and colleagues back home have also helped to make me feel a part of the proceedings back in Britain, by laying flowers on my behalf and saying a few words from me, which has helped with my own personal pain, watching the Queen's death unfold from afar.

Luckily I have been able to pay my respects to The late Queen here in Thailand. Visiting the Statue of the Golden Buddha, gave me the opportunity to say goodbye to my Queen in a very unique way. A few thoughts for a Lady who had a tremendous impact on my life. As a Monarchist, I will always respect the institution, whoever is King or Queen, but Elizabeth R, will always be the most amazing lady I have ever known. Her sense of duty is unmatched and her loyal service without precedent. I was glad to end the day immersed in the tradition and remembrance of a woman who has been the constant in my nations life and as I continue my travels around the World, I will always remember her as a beacon of light in this terribly dark World.

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From London to Patpong

16/9/2022

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After a delicious breakfast at Premier Inn, Darrell and I made our way to terminal two of Heathrow Airport. It was quite fitting, on our last day in the UK, that we used the new Elizabeth Line to get us there. The new trains are lovely, but the waiting times between each one is terrible, and we had to sit twiddling our thumbs for over half an hour. Nevertheless, the journey between terminals was free and quick, so I couldn't really complain.

The saddest part of my brief stay in Britain has been the references to Her Majesty, the late Queen, wherever you look. Heathrow, like the rest of the country, is in mourning and the respect shown to Elizabeth II is truly heart-warming. In a way it just didn't seem real being back home, the country really does have a different feel to it after her death, and I had only been away for twelve days.

I watched as tourists gazed deeply at the banners of Elizabeth R, decorating the airport; each person taking a moment to reflect and remember the symbolism she represented. As I walked past them, in the growing queues in the terminal, I was struck by their conversations, about how much the late Queen meant to them. How can it be, that a woman they had never met, had such an impact on their and indeed my life? This was a lady known the World over, and she was a constant in all our lives, and already everything feels very disjointed and inconsistent!

This was not a trip I was looking forward to; I really do hate flying long haul. Having flown to Thailand once before, I know just how gruelling it is. It is eleven and a half hours of pure hell, and if I could have avoided it, I would.

We were waiting in the terminal far longer than usual. Having checked out of the Premier Inn at twelve, midday, we had a long wait until our flight at 9.30pm. Still, we made the most of it and done several laps of the terminal, drank copious amounts of beer and ate expensive airport food, which isn't doing any good for my waistline. When the time came for us to bid farewell to the UK once again, despite my fear of flying, I was glad to be gone. There is nothing worse than having to wait all day for a flight, that you bloody well hate having to do in the first place!

The experience was much as I expected, similar to the last time I flew to Thailand, in 2019, where I caught a connecting flight to Vietnam. This time we are going to be spending eleven days in Bangkok, experiencing this city in its full uncut glory.

I just sat and relaxed for most of the journey, preferring not to watch the movies. I can't watch anything when I am in the air, as I am more concerned about the bumps and turbulence. Each and every jolt sends me into a panic inside, and I count every second as my last - yes, really, I am that bad.

For the most part, the flight was pretty smooth. There was however a lot of turbulence as we flew over The Bay of Bengal, which the pilot did warn us about just before we left. Normally I am just nervous at this point, but the movement was so bad I actually felt physically sick to my stomach. After looking at the map of our flight progress, I did notice that the plane had climbed higher, probably to avoid the worst of the strong winds that were battering the aeroplane.

Twenty minutes later, and the jostling was over, just an hour and a half before we were due to land. The crew then quickly brought the delayed breakfast for the passengers, before we touched down at Suvarnabhumi Airport. All of those on board were fantastic. Several crew noticed I wasn't enjoying the ride and did their best to make me feel comfortable, who could ask for more; Thai Airways was a joy as ever!

Suvarnabhumi Airport is vast, bigger than any other airport I have been to before. Security is tight here as you would expect, and as I went through customs, I had to have my fingerprints taken, as well as a facial photo and warned in no uncertain terms when I had to leave. An hour and a half later, I was in the baggage hall with Darrell waiting for our cases, which took another hour to arrive. By the end I was shattered, made even worse when the driver I had employed to take us to the hotel disappeared, leaving the note with my name on behind and a rather confused colleague to explain his absence.

Outside, we waited for his car to turn up; this was one busy airport. A group of people walked past in hazmat suits, which was rather concerning for me, especially after we were given health cards, warning us of the dangers of Monkeypox, which seems to be rife here at the moment. Most people were wearing masks of some sort, which was reassuring, but I just remember thinking to myself how different the World is now, after the pandemic. Scenes like I witnessed today would have been unthinkable a few years ago; this is a new era, so far removed from the last.

Finally, the driver arrived, and we were taken to Patpong in Bangkok, where our hotel The Siam Heritage is based. It was approaching half past five when we left, and the Bangkok rush hour traffic was unbelievable. It took a further one and a half hours to get from one side of the city to the other, and I was totally exhausted when I arrived, looking forward to a relaxing evening and a few well-earned beers!

The Siam Heritage Hotel is characterful, distinctive and full of old world charm, and not what I expected at all. Dark wooden panelling adorns the walls and there is a large mahogany desk in the corner of our room, it really does feel like staying in a historic building; it even has that unmistakable musky smell. There is also a small kitchenette, if we want to cook and the luxury of a television, which sadly has no English channels at all. From first impressions, I don't think many English-speaking tourists stay here, but it has been well worth it so far, but this is only day one!

Having unpacked our bags, we popped out for a bite to eat, stumbling across a restaurant near to our hotel. It wasn't until I sat down and ordered, that I realised it was a Cannabis café, yes cannabis! I have been reliably informed it is now legally sold here in Thailand. As we tucked in to a beautifully cooked Thai meal, we were also given a brochure on the different types of cannabis they sold, at a very reasonable five pounds a time, I hasten to add. We politely declined the offer, however, preferring a beer and a coherent look around the area.

Just around the corner from the restaurant, we came across what I can only describe as a 'gay area.' there were scantly clan gentlemen, draped over tables waiting for clients. There were others, with a few more clothes on, stood outside a bar called 'Fresh Boys' and more drinking in 'The Pink Panther,' and 'Sweet Cheeks.' Glancing over my shoulder, I saw other venues equally suggestive, as the last.... I had a feeling we weren't in Kansas any more, Dorothy. It seems that Darrell and I had unwittingly booked a hotel in the red-light district of Bangkok; I have never seen anything like it, and I'm by no means a prude. Still, it will make for an interesting few days, especially as we were both propositioned by several groups of ladies as we walked back to our hotel, who were in various stages of undress along the road.

As first impressions go, they are mixed. I am absolutely in awe of this place so far and with lots to do during our stay, I will reserve judgement for now. We are both going out on the town tomorrow evening, so God knows what will happen, but for now, it's an early night and a mug of cocoa; Saturday is another day!

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Back Home To A Country In Mourning!

15/9/2022

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Yesterday, we bid an emotional farewell to Marin and Vlatka, as we made our way back to London. We had a wonderful stay in Croatia, but it was time to say goodbye and start on the next leg of our journey. I was up at an unearthly 2.30 am; Marin had to take us to Split Airport before he started work. Luckily, the roads were clear, and we arrived within an hour. I have to admit I felt rather emotional saying au revoir to Marin, especially not knowing when we will be returning again. Nevertheless, it was time to go and begin this new chapter in our life. Travel keeps our blood pumping strong and no matter how much I hate flying, I understand it is a necessary evil to live the life we lead.

The flight to London was a little more turbulent than usual and the plane felt quite unstable at times, although I'm sure it wasn't. With Darrell lost in music, a gentleman over the other side of the isle, looking as terrified as me, kept my spirits up. Our grimacing faces turned to laughter on occasion, as the plane rocked up and down, side to side. As the turbulence subsided and the seatbelt sign was turned off, we just looked at each other, patting one another on the back; we were happy to be alive!

Arriving in Britain felt strange, this was a country in mourning, and it could be seen wherever you looked. I was supposed to meet my dear friend John and travel to central London to lay flowers for the late Queen, but circumstances conspired to put a halt to that. Darrell was delayed through customs, as he always is. His Australian passport has always been a source of angst, especially with such a lot of movement in and out of the UK. He was asked to produce his Identification card, to clear up confusion with his rights to remain here, which cleared up any ambiguity, and he was allowed to pass through the boarder finally, later than we planned.

After frantic communication with John, we both decided he should lay flowers from both of us, since I had no time to get to Westminster. He has bought some beautiful flowers for The Queen, and I was delighted when he sent me the photo's. John and I have always been Royalists and have had many heartfelt conversations about them over the years. I am disappointed I can't see him before I leave, but I know it won't be too long before I see him again.

It took an hour to travel from Gatwick Airport to our hotel in Heathrow, and I have never been so happy to finally put my feet up. At 51, all this travelling is so much harder than it was when I was in my twenties, so the odd comfy hotel along the way is an absolute must. My years of backpacking are well and truly over.

You can never go wrong with Premier Inn and we both had a decent evening meal, even if it did take an hour to get to the table, and a lovely breakfast this morning. The best reason to stay at a Premier Inn, mind you, is because of the decent night's sleep you get. I slept like a baby, and God knows I needed it.

Later today, we fly to Bangkok in Thailand on an eleven-hour flight. This is not my most favourite part of the journey and after yesterday's turbulent flight from Split, I am more nervous than ever. Once the flying is out of the way, I am looking forward to an eventful adventure is this beautiful Asian country, that I have never visited before. Until our arrival, I will be signing off for now, but hope to blog as often as I can when I arrive. Goodbye Britain, it's been brief, but very emotional!

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Queen Elizabeth II - A lifetime of service and duty!

9/9/2022

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Last night, while sat in a café, along the marina in Makarska, I heard the news that Queen Elizabeth II had died. It is difficult to describe the emotion I felt at that time, but along with most of Britain, I was devastated, overwhelmed and inconsolable with grief at her irreplaceable loss. Unless you are British, a member of the Commonwealth or a citizen of one of the fifteen countries where she was still head of state, you really can't understand the deep sadness we all feel at this time. This lady was the constant in my life, and she will no longer be there.

Readers of this blog are well aware of my feelings towards Monarchy, the Royal Family and The Queen. I have and will always remain its biggest champion and supporter, from wherever I am in the World. Currently, I am travelling around the globe and will only be in Britain briefly next week for a couple of days, but that doesn't make the love I feel for the late Queen any less. She was the greatest public servant we have ever had, and we will never see her like again. Like most people, I still remain shocked at her passing, and it will take me a long time to accept she has gone.

My unwavering support for the Queen was born from reading and understanding her role over many years. I understood the importance of her place in the structure of British life and the respect and regard she was given by everyone who knew her. This was a woman who had served during World War II, and had been in situ during a time of great change and upheaval. She was a voice of reason, wisdom and understanding and was universally respected across the world. Queen Elizabeth was quite simply a living piece of history, the last great link to a past littered with turmoil and turbulence. At those moments in history, when the World was on the brink, Queen Elizabeth stood tall as a bastion of hope, respect and calm. She was the bond that held all of us together in times of conflict, and the Head of State of the greatest democracy in the world.

We all lost a Grandmother yesterday and feel the pain of her family and a nation left stronger by her presence over 70 years. I look back to her dignity and grace, especially at times of crisis, and I will remember with the highest regard an affection a life given in service of her nation. As our new King Charles III ascends the throne, I also offer my unwavering support. Keeping the legacy of his Mother alive is the most important epitaph we can afford the late Queen Elizabeth II. Today I will light a candle in the local church here, in memory of her, and will remember her importance to me, as an unwavering beacon of hope in a world so divided and fractious. The Queen is no longer with us as we navigate our way through life, but her memory will linger a lifetime, and her legacy will continue to shine bright! God Save the King!

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A Day of Reflection and Remembrance!

9/9/2022

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Friday was a day of reflection for me, as news of The Queen's death began to sink in. I wasn't feeling my usual self and wanted to spend the day quietly. My mood was distinctly melancholy as I walked with Darrell down to the beaches at Makarska. Once again we walked our, 10000 steps, only this time, a little more measured, avoiding the mountain passes and forested areas around this town.

On the way into the centre, we stopped at Franjevacki Samostan, a religious sanctuary in Makarska. I said a short prayer for the late Queen, spending time contemplating, looking around at the beautiful architecture and peacefully remembering my connection to The Queen and just what she meant to me. I am by no means a religious person, but I am deeply spiritual; I suppose you could call me an agnostic rather than an atheist. This was the perfect place to gather my thoughts and take time for myself.

I was expecting rain when I awoke in the morning, but luckily it held off for the duration of the day. After walking along the promenade, I sat quite happily in local restaurant Ankora, taking in the views, remembering Her Majesty, while Darrell swam in the sea. This is a holiday both of us have needed for many reasons, but the thought of death has given this trip away new meaning. It does feel very strange not being home in the UK at this time, in fact it makes it feel less real than it really is, but, Darrell and I have always seemed to either be away, or in unusual circumstances, when these great moments occur.

After a light brunch, we both gently walked back to the apartment where we are staying, where I caught up with the latest news back home. It feels very strange having a new King and the constant references to Charles III by newsreaders, just doesn't seem real. When the new King addressed the nation last night, the penny finally dropped. Charles was the new Father of the nation, and I felt sad for the journey he now has to follow, without his Mother by his side.

In the evening, after an early lunch, Cousin Marin drove me to Vepric Church, just outside Makarska on the way to Split. This unusual church built into a cave was unlike anything I had ever seen. There were people sitting quietly, others were crying and all the while a Priest was talking in front of an alter in Croatian, so I have no idea what was being said. From what Marin explained, these people had lost someone close, and they were there in remembrance of their life.

We went to a small office at the side of the alter and purchased a candle and when the stage was clear walked up and lit it, saying a short prayer for The Queen. I left, turning briefly, looking back, feeling satisfied I had done what I could to remember The Queen's passing. It was such a momentous couple of days in my life, that marking this historic event was important. I may well be travelling the World currently, but that doesn't mean I can't share the grief of my Country. The change the Monarch's death has brought, echoes similar upheaval in my life at the moment; it was apt it happened when it did. Life will continue in very much the same vein; this crazy World may well have got just a little bit crazier, but it's up to us to continue living in the moment, as Darrell and I will continue to do!

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Poluotok Osejava!

8/9/2022

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Yesterday, before the death of Queen Elizabeth broke, Darrell and I went for a long two-hour amble around Poluotok Osejava, the Osejava Peninsular. We followed a well trodden path on the opposite side of St Peter's Peninsular, where we rambled the day before. It has been my aim to keep my weight in check, not over eat or drink and continue to keep fit. When I weighed myself this morning, I had lost another kilo, making it nearly two and a half kilo's in total. The walking here is truly amazing, it is the perfect place to take in the scenery and stay healthy, enjoying the Makarska Riviera in its full glory.

This expedition around the World has begun to take on new meaning for me after the death of The Queen. I am sad not to be in the United Kingdom at the moment, as my nation mourns, but it makes it even more poignant to remember our late sovereign as I explore different parts of the globe. Now, more than ever, her legacy is on my mind. Being away from Britain, has made me realise just how important she was to me.

As I strolled along the sea front yesterday, stopping briefly for a beer or two, admiring the view, the World seemed perfect, my life had purpose and I felt happy and content to be enjoying my time away. Within a few short hours, everything changed, and The Queen was dead.

It does seem wrong to be enjoying myself under these circumstances, but what else can I do? Life does go on, and we all have to make the best of what happens next. This was the last day before the world stopped spinning, the last day living under Queen Elizabeth II and this was the last time I would feel a sense of calm, before Her Majesty died.

I will of course mourn her death in my own way and will continue on my journey. However, my travels will take on new significance as I remember my Monarch and cherish the memories of her reign. I am glad I was in Croatia yesterday as I heard the news, surrounded by family and loved ones; the consideration they gave me was beyond measure. Today I remember a long life served, and respect the memory of the most enigmatic, hard-working, dutiful public servant, the World has ever known!

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From a new life in spain, to an old life in britain, 'roaming brit' documents uncertain times!

Year in Review 2022!

Bangkok City - Life in the Sky!

Bangkok - Where modernity sits in harmony with tradition!

From London to Patpong

Back Home To A Country In Mourning!

Queen Elizabeth II - A lifetime of service and duty!

A Day of Reflection and Remembrance!

Poluotok Osejava!

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