We’re on our way: The men visit Malaysia

Someone recently told me that January is the Monday of months. They were not wrong- I always used to blame it on the British weather- but now I am in year 3 of hot Januarys and I realise there is more to it. It is straight after christmas and it is certainly a long old month.  Luckily now we’re at the end and the rest of the year can begin with more purpose!

At some point in September last year, I woke up to a fancy new whatsapp group which only meant one thing- David and Adam are coming to Malaysia!


This year, we were treated to a four day weekend in celebration of Chinese New Year. Winner. As life has this knack of flying in a blink of an eye, by the time I got round to looking at flights everything was 5 times more expensive than usual. Therefore a road trip was the obvious choice. At this point I drafted in Ron, our resident Malaysian photography expert for David and also Sarah. A team of 5: 4 Angmohs and our tour guide.

Before setting off I had a bad feeling about the traffic. This was mainly caused by the faces made by Malaysians when I said where I was planning on going for CNY. You know that face when you’re smiling but your eyes are wincing imagining the pain? Eyebrows raised trying to think of something positive to say? Yes that face. ‘Are you really going on that day?’ Why yes….

But the plan still went ahead. Setting off at 6am wide eyed and bushy tailed (well those of us who had not arrived in KL a mere 12 hours before) ready to take on this traffic. I made a load of brownies the night before and bought enough snacks for the day. We made a bet: I said it would take 6 hours, Ron 4 and Sarah 2. Normally it takes an easy 2 hours.

Well I’d love to say that the Malaysians I had spoken to were wrong. I’d also love to say that we zoomed to Malacca without a care in the world.

It took under 2 hours. We arrived in Malacca just before 8 and it was absolutely dead. We had to wait for breakfast! Becca’s Tour: 1- Malaysia’s traffic: 0. I didn’t win the bet but I’m  ok with that.

Coffee-breakfast-walking-lunch-walking- dinner proves to be a winning Melacca combination.

In the evening we headed to the Portuguese settlement a little bit outside the main area- which is where at some point in the past Portuguese people came and never left: people now who look Malaysian Portuguese and serve what seems to be seafood a little bit like Chinese food. They are largely catholic which is reflected at christmas by the amount of christmas lights!  The night consisted of a huge dinner, firecrackers and fireworks. So much fun. Nobody got hurt.

Tour Guide Becca

Of course I also brought them around the city: China Town, Sentral market, a Hindu temple, a Buddhist temple, the City Gallery, hipster coffee shop, thai food. The main things. Of course we went to the helipad, however unfortunately it was raining so we didn’t stay long. Fortunately the Skybar had a beautiful view in the dry! David now will have enough photos to last him a few weeks.


The next morning we left our condo at 5am to hit Broga Hill for sunrise. I thought it was worth it- not sure about how the boys felt! I am loving the short hikes to the beautiful views, and luckily Malaysia has an abundance of such things.

While I worked for the next week the boys went to Penang, Langkawi, the Cameron Highlands and everywhere in between. I’m masking my jealousy by ignoring it! They came back to KL with Gin and Tea so all is right with the world.


Miss you guys already! Hope you come back soon!






Weekend // Contrasts

Yesterday I cried in a random KTM train station in the face of difficulty.  

Today I can laugh in the face of the love of my Father.

Let me rewind a bit. I love to embrace the weekend, and yesterday I was excited for a packed day of celebrations, good food and lovely people. First stop was a birthday brunch in Bu9 round the corner. Delicious. Easy. Next stop was a pool party in Kajang for the late afternoon.

On paper it looks easy, and I thought ‘Yes time for an adventure!’ Perhaps I was a bit ambitious.  Kajang is a bit further out than I have travelled alone before, but I knew you could take public transport. It would take an hour max.

3 hours involving one taxi, one lRT then one train journey later, I arrived at the station I needed.  After 3 cancelled taxis with one on the way to take me to my final destination, my phone decided it was the perfect time to completely die. I had no idea where I was and I had no idea what to do. Even if I had a working phone who would I even call?

Fortunately I had my charger, so I resorted to going back into the station and (fighting back tears) I asked the attendant to help me. I have never felt so vulnerable in Malaysia as I did at that moment.

Looking back, it was the loss of control that got to me. I am proud to be an independent woman- able to deal with most situations, and I love being able to do so without asking for help. On the other hand, I also do ‘damsel in distress’ extremely well. Friends have told me so. But it depends on the situation. At this point at this remote station I couldn’t even reach out due to lack of technology and language barriers.


Today is a different story. Just reaching HopeCity church and getting back into the family groove re-aligned my thinking and my priorities. Giving to the ‘first fruits’ offering gave a new perspective that is bigger than my small problem of  getting stuck in a station. Seeing what is above eye level.

You’re probably reading this thinking,’Big deal Becca!’, but it taught me some important lessons.

In the words of the one and only Ying Ying Tan; you don’t need a man, you need the MRT. She is not wrong. Also that it’s ok to be vulnerable. I’m definitely still learning how to balance between ‘strong independent woman’ and ‘damsel in distress’. Thank you Malaysia for always pushing me and teaching me.


On a happy note, my weekend ended like this (like it started):


Monday we’re nearly ready for you!

Hello September

This year is the new beginning. I feel like I should either say yes now and go forward, or turn back. I’m choosing the first.

This is the year I truly say yes, I’m all in. Not, I’m in when I feel like it, but yes to the uncertain, yes to the downright scary, yes to new adventures. This week I am listening to God call me to start the preparations for the future that He has called me to. I’m finally accepting that these future plans won’t just suddenly roll out from nowhere, but in fact they are real and foundations need to be built, paths need to be cleared.

So yes, this is me saying I’m planning on going for it. I am terrified. I will most certainly be tired. But wow I am excited!


Time for round two.

KL, I’m back!

The end of the last term at school left me exhausted in every way, but here I am back in the place that feels so like home right now. The Island-UK-Island holiday sandwich filled with copious amounts of sleep fixed it all.

I’m ready. The last few weeks have been a whirlwind:  I flew in on a friday night, little sleep then straight to the first ever ‘She Is’ conference in Asia! A big sleep after that meant no jet lag to speak of at all.

So what’s new? Well, back to the same city, same apartment and the same school for another year. But everything is new.  I’m now teaching in the EAL department (english as an additional language), once I’ve figured out the rabbit hole that is timetabling it’s going to be the best thing.

It looks like ‘adulting’ is the theme right now as I navigate the confusing waters that is the Malaysian tax system for expats. Am I a resident or non resident? At this point I don’t think anyone knows. To further my progression into adulthood, I’m looking for a car and maybe will join a gym. I will try to take it a bit easy as I Don’t want to break any more limbs thank you very much!). I’m also planning on sewing myself a new wardrobe.

At church, I’m going to start helping to lead a mid week ‘Connect’ group as Hopecity is expanding rapidly! Daniel and I will be in SS15 (all I know is it’s very near Sunway Pyramids, the best mall in KL) if you’re around please join us! I’m also considering the HopeCity School of Leadership. Trying this new thing, getting serious by going for it! Why not just do everything you can right?

2 weeks in and it’s not until taxi drivers ask me where I’m from that I remember that I’m not from around here. How can just a year make you feel so at home somewhere on the other side of the world?

I’m so looking forward to the routine and getting stuck in, in every area. I can’t wait for my brother Dan to visit KL in October, and then to take Ying Ying with me to the homeland at christmas! And all the other trips not yet planned.

So yeah, that’s what new with me. What have you been up to?

From bicyles to Mojitos and everything in between: Lily comes to town

Rewind a few weeks: loving the job but craving some adventure.. this ‘half term/long weekend’ just passed was exactly what I needed. What a difference a friend from the homeland makes.

Lily arrived in the way she always does, looking as beautiful and as stylish as ever, not like she’d been travelling for 16 hours plus. Of course, she wasn’t jet lagged and jumped into Malaysia life straight away! As soon as we arrived at my apartment from the airport we got packing for our weekend road trip. No sleep? No problem.

That first evening I took her to Taman Megah with some friends, a chinese food court where she tried everything that was thrown at her. Prawn Mee was her fave. We’re pretty sure there was no meat… ? We may have accidentally ate fish head curry- though afterwards promised not the head part thankfully! Oh, and witnessed a nice British man eat a fish eye.. which I will never unsee.



The next morning we jumped in the car  of the one and only Ruth and road tripped it to Melaka, 2 hours away. The drive was beautiful, empty roads, great music, the best company.

It was so very easy. We simply spent the day cycling round the city. Melaka seems to be like a mini European/Asian Penang type situation with an abundance of cute cafes and street art. I’ve never been to Amsterdam, but it’s like what I imagine it to be. These beautiful bikes, a throwback to my beloved Uni bike, only cost 8 Malaysian ringos for the day. I absolutely wish we brought them home, just to decorate the flat, not being funny there are way too many hills in PJ!

I can truly say this was one of the best days in a long time, cycling around a gorgeous new place with no plan, nowhere to be except for all the uh-mazing coffee shops and restaurants. With two of the greatest people I know!

Our hotel, the Baba house, recommended by the living legend Ying Ying was absolutely gorgeous. A super old Chinese house with corridors and corridors to explore. I think we were pretty comfortable as we slept TWELVE HOURS. That’s a personal highlight of the weekend, I’m not ashamed to admit!

The city

As we weren’t flying anywhere I decided to book a hotel in KL city centre in order to be a better tour guide. Somewhere central and simple. That plan changed in a big way when I found a deal for the traders hotel.. I couldn’t resist! It was incredible, our room had the biggest view of the Petronas towers, along with the colourful fountains and a fab glimpse of the city skyline.

After free drinks in the executive lounge we set off for a night in the city. After a slight hiccup of leaving Ruth unattended in a bar for an hour (I am so sorry lovely!), we were joined by my current favourite couple Hannah and Deejay.  Hello Mojito buffet! The next day, after the most glorious breakfast spread of my short life, we did the typical KL shopping experience: Chinatown for the fake handbags, Sentral market for the fabric, and Suria Mall for the brands.

Then Lily came to church with me! Lily, it was so great having you in my current world! I really appreciate you taking the time to come along and I can’t wait for you to return the KL for a few more days on thursday. Helipad and sushi here we come!




Learning the Saxophone ft. Snorkeling: They’re exactly the same.

The sea in the Perhentians is so clear you can see everything. It is absolutely gorgeous.

Last month when we went there, Leah and Cat naturally jumped at the chance to go Snorkeling. Why not? 40 Ringos for 5 places, you can’t go wrong. I was a bit unsure as I’ve never done it before and I was soooo very happy just lying on the beach. But, I absolutely hate missing out. And it would be great right? So off we went the next morning.

To start with I had a right ‘mare. At the first stop we were thrown snorkels and left to get on with it.  I remember I was like, ‘yeah I can do this!’ I jumped right in. Then I swiftly had the beginnings of a panic attack. Suddenly breathing was a bit of an issue.

Every time my breathing calmed down above water, I went right back to square one the minute I tried to go under. I could see everyone else having a great time,  it was fine. Easy in fact. But my brain wouldn’t accept it. Under water means you cannot breathe.

I very nearly gave up and went back to the boat, thinking I would just sunbathe for the rest of the morning and watch everyone. Then something in me told me to keep going. So I slowly, slowly got my head around the fact that even though I shouldn’t be able to breathe under the water… I could! And I could see beautiful fish too! This process took me a while, I looked like a weirdo, but I got there.

The feeling when I finally managed it was incredible. It felt like a real adventure. The coral was gorgeous, we saw 5 sharks, a turtle AND Nemo!


This is the same battle with the saxophone. Bare with me…

I know I can physically do it. The facts tell me that by 18 years I grade 8 clarinet under my belt, and my dad will happily tell you I have the voice of a foghorn. The foundations are there.

But there is the same mental block. There is one note, the upper octave D, that I repeatedly cannot manage to produce. I could do it in the past, but I have lost it. My voice can do it, my hands can also. We’ve tried. But together, and the stress of an imminent exam is just making this a bigger ordeal than it should be.

I just need to train my brain.

Once that barrier is broken (and maybe practise more…. I guess that never hurts) I’m well on the way. In the same way as in the Perhentians, I need to train (perhaps trick?) my brain into creating this note.

The exam is in 8 weeks.. plenty of time!


So it’s the same right? On a side note, who wants to come to the Perhentians again soon?





My KL Bucket List

I love lists.

I make lists for every aspect of my day; to-do lists, future plans, what food I need to buy, what I am worried about, what I’m happy about. And so on and so forth.

With that in mind I have complied a small list outlining what I would love to achieve in my time here.  I can’t believe I haven’t done this sooner! I have decided I will achieve these 30 things in the next 16 months. Who wants to help me!

  1. Climb a mountain. Preferably an easy one. You know, broken ankle and all. ✔
  2. Take a road trip. With a car. Malaysia. Tunes. Sunshine.✔
  3. See the fireflies. Find out how to get there. 
  4. Go on holiday by myself. To quote Miss Henderson AGAIN, ‘ I am a strong independent woman and I don’t need no man’.
  5. Pass grade 1 saxophone. In July a bunch of staff at BSKL are taking up a new instrument for charity!  You can sponsor us here. I need to tell more people so I will practice more!✔
  6. Learn to cook a good plate of fried rice.
  7. Take a train. North/South/East/West don’t care!
  8. Go to Gili Islands in Lombok. 
  9. Take a boat in Vietnam
  10. Go up the Petronas towers.  
  11. Go to the Phillipines.
  12. Visit New Zealand. 
  13. Meet a monkey in Borneo. Not get too friendly. Becca doesn’t share food!✔
  14. Full moon party. Tick off Darshi’s #30thingsbefore30 list!
  15. Hike to a Waterfall.✔
  16. Get a tattoo. And another piercing. 
  17. Write my name on public property. ✔
  18. Turn off my phone for at least 24 hours. ✔
  19. Climb a tree. ✔
  20. Try Lobster. I am from Sussex after all.✔
  21. Meet a famous Malysian. I’ve seen a prince from afar- does that count?✔
  22. Sew a quilt with African and Asian fabric. 
  23. Go to Tioman and Perhentian Islands. One’s already booked. Wahoo.✔
  24. Tie dye all the things. Housemate goals.✔
  25. Have a Spa day. ✔
  26. Be able to run again.✔
  27. Drive a car in the city. Live to tell the tale.
  28. Bake a cake for someone special. Just because. As colourful as humanly possible.✔
  29. Spend an evening listening to Jazz in no black tie. ✔
  30. Try Surfing. 

Let’s do this!

Visitors from the West, and travels to Cambodia

This month South East Asia was invaded by a couple of old university Friends. Frankie and Olly arrived at the beginning of the month, a week before the break for Chinese New Year. They spent the first week at my pool and exploring KL while I worked. That was harder than I thought it would be, as all I wanted to do was join them, but every evening we went out for dinner somewhere fun. As soon as I was done working, we headed to Cambodia. We visited three places: Phnom Penh, Sihanoukville and Siem Reap.

Phnom Penh

With a 3am wake up we flew to Phnom Penh on Saturday morning. The first thing we noticed was that the beers were a dollar each! Olly had one for breakfast. Wasting no time we gained a lovely tuk tuk driver that took us to the Killing Fields, Genocide museum, Russian market and Royal Palace. Arriving at the Killing Fields I had no idea that in my lifetime Cambodia was torn apart by the Khmer Rouge regime led by Pol Pot. Basically he killed thousands of innocent people because he thought they’d be a threat…. he wanted a communist like society so he got rid of all intelligent people, foreigners etc. You are given a audio machine to listen to as you walk around the different places. The most haunting part for me was the fact that clothing, bones and teeth are still surfacing now, but it’s a very clear reminder.

The Genocide museum was equally horrendous which was an old high school with cells unchanged from the regime. There were also lots of survivor stories and photographs. Hard to see but so very important to know.

In the Russian market I felt right at home, it was very similar to the markets in Dakar…. Everything you could ever need all piled together, car parts next to tourist souvenirs, fresh fish next to electronics. I loved haggling for things I didn’t need.


The next day we took a 4 hour bus to Sihanoukville (6am wake up… lie in!) which is south of Phnom Penh on the coast. The journey was surprisingly easy, the bus even had wifi which kept Olly happy! When we arrived we took a tuk tuk along the coast to a beach called Otres. It was lush. Our hostel consisted of little cabins right on the beach (ours was a jump away from the sea), a bar which played the chilled out Kygo remixes which I love, and sun beds.

We were absolutely back in my happy place. Barefoot by the sea.  We watched the sunset with a beer.

Siem Reap

We spent the next day bumming about on the beach until we took a flight to Siem Reap. Yes, we could’ve taken a bus but we only had 6 days to explore! That evening we explored the massive night market. On our first full day we took the tuk tuk sunrise tour (4am wake up) which was absolutely gorgeous.


For the rest of the day we explored numerous temples and ruins. I can’t understand how there are super old trees that are still alive and kicking on top of these ruins! How?

In the evening we found pub street and celebrated pancake day with a one dollar banana and chocolate pancake from a cart. Absolutely exhausted, in our final day we mostly hung out at the pool and ate rice for every meal. Hello carbs!

The next morning we flew back to KL. And just like that our 6 days were over. The following morning Frankie and Olly returned to the UK. Malaysia misses you both!

This trip was one of the best so far. I’m addicted to flying. Trying new things. Working out where and how we all fit in. Watching the sun rise and set. Wearing bright clashing colors. The beach is most certainly my happy place.. wading into the water on my own in an empty sea is where I feel closest to God, the most peaceful and my soul is calm.

Counting down the days until the next holiday, and the arrival of my Mum and Dad!

Hello 2016

Today is the first of february. Where did January run away to?

January 2016 began as chaotically (in a massively different way) as last year with Phuket, doing the Daniel Fast and the Cameron Highlands. Biggest news is that Frankie and Olly arrived in the big KL yesterday. Excited is not the word!


To rewind just a little bit, christmas was spent in the UK and it was the best time. Half a ton of wine and food was consumed, and it was no nice to catch up with everyone.

I flew back to KL a few days after christmas. after 24 hours of travelling I got back to my flat around 1.30pm, with just enough time to leave at 7am to head to Phuket. Cat and I celebrated New Years in Phuket. Instead of going to the infamous beach party we decided to pretend to be fancy and go to a beach resort in the south of the island. There was a huge buffet, drinks, a DJ, fire throwers, a questionable cabaret and beautiful fireworks. Very chilled compared to other new years’. Phuket was nothing special and I would definitely recommend going to other places in Thailand,  but it was good to get a bit of sun before school started.

Hello 2016

2015 was challenging, so a line has been drawn under the chaos and Im excited for what 2016 will bring.  I have one single new years resolution, to have breakfast every day. nothing too deep/emotional to deal with!

I also decided to participate in the Daniel fast, which seems to be something HopeCity, my church here, does every year. The idea is to fast caffeine, sugar, meat and all things processed (basically fruit and vegetables only!) and to pray every day. I ate aaaa lot of salad and nuts. Giving up coffee was the main challenge- the first week I was a shell of a person, absolutely exhausted, couldn’t think straight and felt down right sad sometimes. But, pushing through the first few days, it got easier. It really shows how dependent I am on caffeine! It’s all worth it to really show that I want to commit this year to God and be open to what is on the cards! I broke the fast with pizza and roti. My first coffee left me buzzing on life for hours. It will be so exciting to see what has been going on in the lives of my church buddies!

The Cameron Highlands

Last weekend was a long weekend for the festival of Thaipusam. Naturally we jumped at the chance to go away. The Cameron Highlands is a 4 hour drive away. We took a bus (which was so exciting as I am bored of flying after the christmas holidays!) which was all plain sailing and beautiful until we turned off the big old main road into the windy ascent into the highlands. It was more than an hour of sharp corners and a very steep uphill one lane road. Belongings were flying everywhere, and the driver beeped before every corner to warn incoming traffic. All I could do was close my eyes and hope for the best.

The journey was so worth it. The air was cooler and fresher and it felt like one of those good summer’s day in the UK. There were beautiful pine trees and gorgeous scenery. On the first day we went to a tea plantation where we had afternoon tea, the scones were delicious! (a small break from the fast, but I’m ok not being crazy religious about it!). We even met some new born dogs, why didn’t we take one home!

The next day we planned to do ‘Trail 1’ which I was promised was maybe a 2/3 hour walk up a hill. In reality it was a 6 hour trek which would’ve been longer if we hadn’t hitched a ride for a long part of the end! However, it was beautiful and my ankle behaved beautifully too. It was great to meet other people along the way and be accompanied by the lovely Louise. The last day we went to a waterfall.

It is so much more humid here, and apparently we are going to have a heat wave. Just in time for the arrival of the two legends Olly and Frankie! They’re gonna love it!

I’m also excited for the next 11 months: my parents coming in April, Dan hopefully coming in July, and then who knows what’s going to happen in the next academic year!




Hopalong on tour: October halfterm

Half term was a while ago, but other things have been more pressing… before we get into the festive season even further (I’m currently on my way to the UK!) I want to write about being broken in Indonesia for the October half term holidays! It was difficult to find any information on accessibility and wheelchair access before going so maybe this could be useful for other people.

The week before half term started, I felt nothing but absolute dread and fear. I was due to have a mini tour of Indonesia with some lovely ladies from school, but I was unable to go very far without being exhausted from my crutches. I am just not made for constant physical activity. I had an overwhelming fear of being a slow pain in the arse on the group. Like they say, you’re only as slow as the slowest person. Me, always!


We first arrived in Yogyakarta to stay for a few days.  It seemed to me that this part of the world is similar to dakar in the way that the drivers are crazy, beep everyone and there seems to be a lot of dust. The heat was similar, drier, and the air was fresher than in KL. Seemed great!

However, accessibility was a problem! hardly any road or pavement was flat, either crumbling away or just built at different levels- so crutching about felt like an assault course. Wheelchairing was basically impossible, when there were pavements there would be no way of drving a wheelchair, which left the option of stopping traffic by being on the road. Due to the amount and craziness of the traffic that was only tried once, and I think we all felt lucky to be alive. We were lucky to be vaguely close to the main street with the best bars and restaurants, and the hotel had the grand total of four steps which was great!!

Also, tuk tuks were everywhere if I was feeling tired which helped- we spent a day travelling with these. However, it is absolutely not possible to do the sunrise tour with Borobudur temple. Or most of the temples. Just thinking about crutching up that many steps in the dark makes me feel a bit sick. I just went to a spa and had a massage instead, then had a coffee and people watched.

So, if you are confident on crutches, you have patient friends and love people watching then it is definitely doable. would not recommend for wheelchairs.


I fell in love with Bali as soon as we jumped in the taxi and started heading to Ubud, a few hours slightly north from Bali airport. It was so green and beautiful. I didn’t fall in love with how uneccessarily hilly it was as we approached Ubud- where we would stay for a couple of days- especially the hill (or should I say tiny mountain) to our hostel. Then I was faced with stairs to our dorm where the only option was to crawl up. Undignified but much safer. Faced with these things that would seem small for an able bodied person filled me with dread and instantly put me in foul mood. After we had lunch, one half of our group went in search of a monkey park, the other exploring. I stayed at the hostel with a book putting a brave face on. But after maybe 15 minutes of self pity I started to chat to other people in the hostel and all my woes were forgotten. Even though in the day time I was largely on my own- I managed to get up and down the steep hill, do some shopping, get a couple of massages, and even see some temples! It was all a case of mind over matter and working through the pain of the crutches and sweat (what a lovely image!).

Unfortunately Ubud is in no way wheelchair friendly, which became very apparent on our first night when the very kind Anna decided we would take my wheelchair to the bar we were going to. I was not so sure but the rule is to always go with these things right? So off we went. To wheelchair on the ‘pavement’ meant either Mike lifting up the front of the wheelchair and Anna pushing or getting out to crutch every 5 steps. It was a slow progress but we did get there! Although it was harder physcially for me, crutching is much easier- but like Yogyakarta it is not for the faint hearted, and much more hilly.

Bali- Seminyak

Our last destination was Seminyak, which was by the sea! I was so very excited by our hostel as there were no steps to get to our dorm room (if you ignore one of the entrances) ,and it had such a welcoming feel. Some of the receptionists would shout at me ‘You are strong!’ whenever we left to go anywhere! The first night was great, we didn’t go to far- and I even got a lift from a police man on a scooter to a toilet!

Getting to the beach by taxi was easy enough, but unfortunately sand + crutches = much more likely to fall over. However, good strong friends and keeping an inner core balance helps! Pavements wise it’s much easier than Yogyakarta and Ubud for crutches- but going from the beach to the hostel felt like a marathon even though it was probably only a 15 minute walk- I would very much need to be in the zone with the end in sight. It really helped with Shona telling me I CAN do it every so often!  All the main bars are on the beach so wheelchairs are out of the question due to the sand.

All in all this trip was amazing. Tough, but so worth doing. It would’ve been so sad if I had stayed at home on mI feel like I practised being patient and had numerous workouts everyday, which meant I could enjoy as much Indonesian food as I wanted! I gained some hefty guns for the first time in my short life, and definitely needed to sleep for at least a week after. I definitely couldn’t have managed without the help with the amazing people I can call my friends! They are saints for putting up with me!


Right now I am in Dubai Airport halfway home to England. There is no way I would’ve managed this journey on crutches, especially on my own! Although I still limp a bit my aim since the beginning has to be to walk on the plane for christmas and that is exactly what I did. Wahoo!

Here’s to the next adventures in the new year!