Brushing off the dust…

Oh it’s that time again… where I’ll be showing my Tumblr a little bit of love.

Flights are booked. I leave on Monday. 

The More It Snows

The more it
SNOWS-tiddely-pom,
The more it
GOES-tiddely-pom
The more it
GOES-tiddely-pom
On
Snowing.

And nobody
KNOWS-tiddely-pom,
How cold my
TOES-tiddely-pom,
How cold my
TOES-tiddely-pom
Are
Growing.

 Kana

 Nazareth

Excavation site, Tel Megiddo

So I’ve been a tad quiet lately… which is quite strange for me. But I’ve simply been going through a typical post-travelling phase where I resent England and everything about it.

I’m lucky living in such a great city as London, but my god! I was sitting on the bus and the English accent was like nails on a chalkboard… which is quite unfortunate as I’m not very good at doing accents and that little ticker in my own head is starting to become irritating.

Yes I am being melodramatic. I fully understand this and it is fully intentional.

When you travel you tend to meet people that will fall into the categories of A) the adventurer. B) the gap year or C) I’m having a midlife crises and avoiding reality

(Being awkward I probably fall into all 3… I’d like to say I’m A though)

The thing with the gap year is as much as these types of travellers can be quite frustrating as they will rarely step off the STA-travel pre-planned route, I quite envy them. When they get home, they slot straight back in to their life and are pretty content with being surrounded by their friends and family.

The problem when you discover a sense of adventure for the world is simply that your values change and you sort of, even though it’s quite cheesy to say, find yourself. This being that you become so self-reliant at times you can really start to see who you are opposed to the person you have become around friends.

Travelling tests your patience, your survival skills, your proficiency and most of all your courage. In return you see some damn amazing things and the greatest part is you make so many diverse friends who end up imprinting a bit of themselves into your own personality, and these are often people who you would never have even spoke to had you been at home.

It’s that taking away of those sociological boundaries that makes coming back so difficult, when the way you act and speak is a danger to that comfort bubble leaving you the option of either dumping all your new baggage at customs or just keeping that new destination in mind and working your ass of to get there!

I’ll be working my ass off. But in the mean time I’ll have a little rant about how England is completely and utterly gay.

Ein Hod, artists village

Prayers, Rosh Pina

 Roadblocks… run by the most cockiest of 20 year olds you’ll possibly meet. Oh and they also get to wave their guns around.

See, how can anyone say military strategics aren’t improving