I was walking down the street wearing glasses when my prescription ran out...
You know, there aren't a lot of "famous" quotes in the world that contain the words 'glasses' or 'spectacles'. The one above is by Steven Wright (1955 - ). Supposedly famous, but thats only because he can afford a PR person to design a webpage for him. If I was a "Comedian slash Actor" I too would have a webpage, but that wouldn't make me famous. But from now on, in this blog he will be famous, because he wears glasses.. like I did, except for the weekend before last.
One of the reasons I like being Australian is that we have the ability to laugh at our selves... I suppose the Englishmen and Germans and Americans can't afford that luxury, otherwise they would spend their lives rolling on the ground in fits of uncontrollable laughter. But anyway..
This weekend I managed to stumble across some pals, and get very very drunk at an ItalianI was pretending to be working in the South when I figured it would be a good idea to go for a break and head to Unawatuna, a beach resort. And for those who know, I tend to end up on my party with some Norweigans and others, but by the time I was leaving - I was not on my feet. Walking home in the monsoonal rains, drunk as a skunk, I fell - on my ass in plain view and into a six inch muddy cesspool. Being a trooper, I trooped on.. only to wake up in the morning going, "Dude, where's my glasses?". I went back to the scene of my ass whallopping, but nope.. not there. I couldn't even look for them, for I had no glassess and I am quite blind. To make matters worse, I drove myself to Unawatuna with a colleague who couldn't drive. We were stranged on the beach for another 36 hours before a driver could be delivered to us.. and instead of going feet when I travel around SL as I have lots of friends in different places.. but not this weekend. back to the South where my work was, I made an emergency stop in Colombo. thankfully, my dark dodgey underworld connections paid off. It had been 48 hours without seeing, but I had a pair of spectacles.. for free.. and almost as clear as my other ones (except I had to compromise on the lens a bit). Two days of headaches, I had adjusted!
Usually there are morals to stories.. if there was one for that, I think it would be "If you are going to get drunk, I mean REALLY drunk, bring a spare pair of glasses" (c) Byron Pakula (1980 -).
But life isn't all clear sailing being on a tropical island.. I am actually working hard because II get asked a lot, "So, whats life without Emma like?". I like to think that 6.5 years doesn't make you joined at the hips, though being seperated for a lil while does make you wish you were. Heh. have not much else to do (heck it's 7:30pm and I am still in the office, but that's mainly because my apartment is dirty and I don't want to have to front it!). This is me without Emma:
The main reason for me being in the South for past few weeks and next week is to do some urveys of beneficaries. It's lots of fun actually, walking around the site giving commands to the volunteers working on the project and hanging about atop of the water tower at sunset. Oh, a born dictator am I. This is a cool nightshot of the area....
.... and some of the volunteers. R-e-s-p-e-c-t as Ali G would say.
And then the work finishes, and off on the road I am again to somewhere else. Last weekend I went to Nuwara Eliya and Ella in the hill country / tea planation region of SL. Way wicked. A lot of people say that this area reminds them of England, I guess it must be because it is always cold, overcast, rainy, and people whinge whinge whinge as they walk around wrapped up in scarves. The trip there and or back reminds me of Melbourne personally, four seasons in one day from tropical heat to chilly mountains. Either way though, it's a very beautiful part of Lanka, a region I haven't nearly explored enough. Here is a photo of a cool waterfall...
... and you see the top of the "mountain" in this photo? That's where Maria, Anniken (yes, anniken as in "Use The Force Luke"), and I walked up.
And walked up some more...
We walked along the railroads...
Past some flowers....
... more flowers
Picked a random dude along the way...
Saw a wicked butterfly from the top...
And from underneath (what a poser flutterbyes are)...
And was held up by the military in town...
And tomorrow, off I go again to the South. This weekend, Yala National Park where I am going to hunt down some leopards and sloth bears, throw them in a cage and see who comes out first. The winner gets to challenge my 42 cambodian midget wrestlers I keep under my desk!
Peace, Love, and Tree-hugging-hippy-weekends,
B.
P.S. Donald Rumsfield, Fuck you. You deserve it you slimy weasily little bastard. Next stop, Canberra.
One of the reasons I like being Australian is that we have the ability to laugh at our selves... I suppose the Englishmen and Germans and Americans can't afford that luxury, otherwise they would spend their lives rolling on the ground in fits of uncontrollable laughter. But anyway..
This weekend I managed to stumble across some pals, and get very very drunk at an ItalianI was pretending to be working in the South when I figured it would be a good idea to go for a break and head to Unawatuna, a beach resort. And for those who know, I tend to end up on my party with some Norweigans and others, but by the time I was leaving - I was not on my feet. Walking home in the monsoonal rains, drunk as a skunk, I fell - on my ass in plain view and into a six inch muddy cesspool. Being a trooper, I trooped on.. only to wake up in the morning going, "Dude, where's my glasses?". I went back to the scene of my ass whallopping, but nope.. not there. I couldn't even look for them, for I had no glassess and I am quite blind. To make matters worse, I drove myself to Unawatuna with a colleague who couldn't drive. We were stranged on the beach for another 36 hours before a driver could be delivered to us.. and instead of going feet when I travel around SL as I have lots of friends in different places.. but not this weekend. back to the South where my work was, I made an emergency stop in Colombo. thankfully, my dark dodgey underworld connections paid off. It had been 48 hours without seeing, but I had a pair of spectacles.. for free.. and almost as clear as my other ones (except I had to compromise on the lens a bit). Two days of headaches, I had adjusted!
Usually there are morals to stories.. if there was one for that, I think it would be "If you are going to get drunk, I mean REALLY drunk, bring a spare pair of glasses" (c) Byron Pakula (1980 -).
But life isn't all clear sailing being on a tropical island.. I am actually working hard because II get asked a lot, "So, whats life without Emma like?". I like to think that 6.5 years doesn't make you joined at the hips, though being seperated for a lil while does make you wish you were. Heh. have not much else to do (heck it's 7:30pm and I am still in the office, but that's mainly because my apartment is dirty and I don't want to have to front it!). This is me without Emma:
The main reason for me being in the South for past few weeks and next week is to do some urveys of beneficaries. It's lots of fun actually, walking around the site giving commands to the volunteers working on the project and hanging about atop of the water tower at sunset. Oh, a born dictator am I. This is a cool nightshot of the area....
.... and some of the volunteers. R-e-s-p-e-c-t as Ali G would say.
And then the work finishes, and off on the road I am again to somewhere else. Last weekend I went to Nuwara Eliya and Ella in the hill country / tea planation region of SL. Way wicked. A lot of people say that this area reminds them of England, I guess it must be because it is always cold, overcast, rainy, and people whinge whinge whinge as they walk around wrapped up in scarves. The trip there and or back reminds me of Melbourne personally, four seasons in one day from tropical heat to chilly mountains. Either way though, it's a very beautiful part of Lanka, a region I haven't nearly explored enough. Here is a photo of a cool waterfall...
... and you see the top of the "mountain" in this photo? That's where Maria, Anniken (yes, anniken as in "Use The Force Luke"), and I walked up.
And walked up some more...
We walked along the railroads...
Past some flowers....
... more flowers
Picked a random dude along the way...
Saw a wicked butterfly from the top...
And from underneath (what a poser flutterbyes are)...
And was held up by the military in town...
And tomorrow, off I go again to the South. This weekend, Yala National Park where I am going to hunt down some leopards and sloth bears, throw them in a cage and see who comes out first. The winner gets to challenge my 42 cambodian midget wrestlers I keep under my desk!
Peace, Love, and Tree-hugging-hippy-weekends,
B.
P.S. Donald Rumsfield, Fuck you. You deserve it you slimy weasily little bastard. Next stop, Canberra.
posted by Byron&Emma at 12:07 AM
4 Comments:
Where are you?? Are you safe?? Why haven't you blogged for so long?? We miss you.
I know I know. But I am having so much fun in Melbourne, I just can't be bothered.
This blog is on holiday for another two weeks. 8)
B.
You can't be having fun now, you're in Colombo. It isn't fun there... the roads are all 1 way because important people need to go out and buy milk and cut ribbons and can't be bothered to go live near the parliament where they wouldn't f&%k up other people's lives and make people late for work .... a letter in the daily mirror from a woman who watched some poor guy die from a heart attack- he couldn't get to hospital for 45 minutes cause the president was out and about cutting ribbons at some opening ceremony.....
You're completely right.. the traffic sucks. What they need is a Bolte Bridge, that would fix everything. If it wasn't so polluted, I would walk to work as it would be quicker.. and masks aren't in fashion these days, despite what Michael Jackson thinks.
Though my fun is over.. and a new form of fun is about to begin. Of which of course I will blog about now. :-)
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