Arrival.

If one was bored, and decided to judge cities by their airports, Vancouver would be at the top by a long way. Spacious, clean, friendly, and there's even an oriental river running through it. Bag took a while to emerge but I wasn't in much of a hurry. Grabbed a taxi as Gordy said they were all electric, very quiet smooth ride, driver wasn't chatty though, so I gazed in wonder out the window.

Hostel is awesome, although no free wifi, most sturdy bunk beds I've seen so far. Very clean, showers, although having the traditional random controlling mechanism, is hot and powerful. I just need to explore now....

Chasing The Setting Sun

Not been my most enjoyable flight, initially delayed due to unknown vague reasons. Plane is far too hot and I feel exceptionally under prepared for this. Eventually we take off and I play with the TV/Computer, slightly disappointed in my inability to crash it. I watch 3.10 to Yuma, which is pretty good and keeps my attention. Chicken Casserole served during, which is quit enice but I somehow lose control of my chocolate. It's a crazy town.

I watched the Sarah Silverman Show, which is pretty poor, and try and watch some Owen Wilson fil set in India, which proves dull and I give up. Read A Concise Chinese-English Dictionary For Lovers, it's a novel I'll have you know. About a Chinese girl coming to London to learn English, and falling in Love. It's given me the annoying desire to write in broken English and in the present tense, I'm far too influenced by everything. I sleep for a while but wake up feeling groggy, dirty and suspicious of my mental state. Since then, I've been reading constantly every now and then admiring the permanent sunset out of the window as well as what could have been ice flows or lakes.

Had a quick was and coincidentally feel cleaner now, still don't feel like I'm ready for travelling. It appears the air hostess lady hates me and didn't give me a sandwich. I got this journal out to instill a sense of traveling, but I've just realised I've forgotten how to write interesting collections of letters. I do, however, have some cool, thin nibbed pens.

*1 minute*

Everything is good. I have black coffee and a sandwich invented by John Montagu, 4th Earl of Sandwich. Good show.

And

I'm off...

Initial Itinerary

February 7th: London Heathrow to Vancouver
February 12th: Vancouver to Los Angeles to Nadi, Fiji
February 26th: Nadi, Fiji to Auckland, NZ
Take the "Magic Bus" down from Auckland to ChristChurch
March 23rd: Christchurch, NZ to Melbourne, OZ
Travel from Mebourne to Cairns
Meet Louise and Claire along the way.
April 30th: Cairns, OZ to Brisbane, OZ to Singapore
Meet Rex and Adam in Singapore.
Travel around/up Malaysia with them fools.
Explore Thailand
June 3rd: Begin organised coach tour from Bangkok, exploring Cambodia, and ending in Ho Chi Minh City.
Fly from Ho Chi Minh City to Hong Kong
Travel into China and to Yangshuo, Kunming, Guiyang, Chongqing, Chengdu, Xi'an, Zhengzhou, Suzhou, Shanghai, Hangzhou, Beijing
30th July: Shanghai/Beijing to Tokyo
August 7th: Tokyo Narita, Japan to London Heathrow

My Extremely Rough Plan of my trip is on google maps. I was going to embed the map, but when I'm trying to access my blog on a computer made from a piece of cardboard, a boomerang and a passing Muay Thai master, I thought it might be unable to handle it. That is all.

A Note on Style

For people not accustomed to my writing style, I'd like to introduce the strange world of how I type and perhaps my various thought processes. Possibly in bullet point form:

• Although sometimes it may appear I am depressed, or forlorn, or similar, I am in fact just overally emotive as I like that style of writing.
• I tend to drift off onto tangents, ramblings and attempt to write about something in a manner that's not typical. I also sound pretentious.
• I often make up words that sound vaguely correct, or extend certain roots to words that are nonsense but often seem to make sense. I can't think of any now.
• I sometimes write in the third person. This is mainly to amuse myself, and not some deeply rooted attempt at having a superiority complex.
• This blog is written to be child, adult, and relative friendly. I hope.
• I normally write this sort of thing in a coffee shop, after too much caffeine, so its level of sensology could possibly be askew.
• Black. No Sugar. No Milk.
  

Finally I shall leave you with how Rachel describes my writing style:

"humoristique, quelquefois assez 'geeky'...I don't know, just natural, funny, slightly eccentric...humour and sarcasm and info and emotastic doodles"

or as Dan said:

"I like your blog it's largely irrelevant gobalgygook"

Blog

Hey, loyal readers, fellow crazy travellers and Rex. You may suspect I have been knocked of the bottom of the earth, but fear not, I'm safely in New Zealand, and doing so much stuff I don't have much time to play upon the internet.

I shall type up some of my journal (and write some days that I haven't done yet) soon. In the meanwhile here is what I have done in bullet point form (I only have 1 min of internet left):

• Arrived in New Zealand
• Visited Bay of Islands
• Sand Boarded
• Missed a Bus
• Caught up expertly
• Went Black Water Rafting in glow worm caves
• Went White Water Rafting