Onwards from Cambodia’s Siem Reap from the last post, the next destination was the amazingly picturesque Luang Prabang of Laos. Laos opened it’s borders in the last decade or so, so it is still a rather virgin territory for outsiders. Luang Prabang is a heritage protected village and hence is well taken care of. It is very clean, safe and one of the most calm and peaceful places I have visited so far. Though still cheap for western standards, small (tiny, really) amounts of fees are to be paid to do most things, like visit the central hill, or enter the palace, or even cross a bamboo bridge over the river. Impressively, this small stipend keeps most locals employed in actual jobs and makes for a much better quality of life for the locals and image for he little town. I am not sure if this is the case for the rest of Laos, but as far as I know, it being a communist country, I imagine it would be true for the country as a whole.
This is one country I would very much like to visit again and see much more of. Perhaps on a two week Laos excursion, I definitely believe this country deserves the time and effort to explore. Recommended as one of the most beautiful places I have seen.
It has been a few months since the trip and never really managed to write about it. Cambodia felt still torn and fractured from the civil war three decades ago, you could see the pain still lingering in peoples eyes. I went there to see the temples of Angkor Wat and managed to also explore parts of the country side for a few hours on a quad bike. The most impressive memory was that of small children running out of their huts to the side of the road to wave and smile and jest as I was passing by on the quad bike. They had the most beautiful smiling eyes.

Weather report. We are having some terrible weather here in London again this summer. After the two amazingly summery months of March and April (or April and May, time blends a bit lately), June has brought rain. A lot of rain and it is not fun. So last week I got fed up with it and I looked for a quick escape into the sun. With a passport that needs renewal in under six months, Malaysia’s Sipadan (my preferred choice) was not a viable option. (As a side note, what is the point of a five year validity passport if the last six months are technically invalid in most of the world?). So Europe it was, for some diving. After a couple of hours of ogling over Google maps (the most helpful tool in anyone’s disposal to destination hunting the world around) with quick glimpses on Wikipedia, Wikitravel, PADI’s website and TripAdvisor (really, you need nothing else to make your decisions for a diving holiday), I decided to go to Tenerife. It being a sort of holiday destination for the young Brits (amongst others), I was not very optimistic, but it was going to be sunny, next to the sea and I would be under water. Two hours later, I had booked my ticket with EasyJet (I hate them, there is nothing cheap about their price and everything is cheap about everything else they offer). I had also been in touch with a dive centre called Aqua Marina and arranged four days of dives. They were also kind enough to arrange accommodation.
All packed up and ready to go, though carefully sizing the weight of the suitcase for EasyJet’s 20 kilo limit and including the rather heavy diving equipment requires some trickery. Packing, calling taxi, [...]

“Kafka, in everybody’s life there’s a point of no return. And in a very few cases, a point where you can’t go forward anymore. And when we reach that point, all we can do is quietly accept the fact. That’s how we survive” (Murakami).
I am no stranger to hitting walls, but I hope that whatever comes along, whatever the circumstances, I can overcome it. And if I cannot go forward, then sideways is not a bad alternative.
There is a difference between eating out in a somehow pretentious Japanese-lite restaurant chain (Itsu in South Kensington, paying through the nose because of location and fake ambiance) and a seemingly run down but offering extremely tasty sushi at cheap prices (Kulu Kulu in South Kensington) quick conveyor-belt eatery. I would rather give my money and enjoy the good food at Kulu Kulu, than be shocked by the £5 per tiny plate in Itsu. On the same note, I used to like Itsu’s massive bowls of soup, especially the vegetarian gyoza and udon noodle soup that I often had for lunch the last two years. Until they decided to lose customers save money by reducing the portions in half.
In summary, if you like a quick bite of tasty sushi, go to Kulu Kulu. They have four restaurants in London, if I remember correctly.
I saw a couple of beautiful Japanese vases yesterday. A contemporary one (round, green one) and a satsuma from early 19th century. At 7.5 and 2.8 £k respectively they are very expensive, but my god I have fallen in love with them.
The first week of the summer was productive and full of daily tasks and activities. The second week not so much. I spent the first half of it suffering the effects of bad sleep and the second half getting my gear together again and doing some home cleansing (the stuff you can accumulate, even if you rarely keep unwanted things like me), some work and some socialising. Today, being the beginning of the third week, I decided to be more proactive with my time.
One of the things I want to spend time on this summer is self-improvement. This encompasses physical, metal and intellectual improvements, as well as understanding the cause of my on and off insomnia. Which means that I need to understand insomnia itself (I plan to add a page here with information as I gather it).
I found that there is an interesting bunch of people, since I cannot really call it an organisation, that have the matter of self-improvement very much at heart. And they have a website too, of course, it is called Quantified Self. Worth a look.

I had to go to the Greek Embassy this morning to take care of some paperwork business required for passport renewal. The six o’clock wake up call went unnoticed until seven, at which point I rushed to shower and leave in order to queue up outside the consulate. You see, they don’t take appointments there, according to them it works better for the citizens if they serve on a first come basis. On that account, I was pleased to be the first one at about twenty past eight, which was rather surprising. The queue built up rather fast after that, but to no concern of mine.
Once inside, I was told that I needed photocopies together with the original documents I had. No one had mentioned that before and it certainly was not the case five years ago when I went through the same process again. Incidentally, but utterly predictably, it was unclear exactly what supporting documents were required for the document I needed to get from the consulate. A quick trip to a small shop near by for photocopies, I am back in thankfully swiftly my turn comes (I was the first there after all). There is no point elaborating on the inefficiency or absurdity of the Greek civil service, but one thing worth mentioning is that due to the Greek financial crisis most embassies and consulates are running with minimal staff and the threat of being shrunk further in the near future. How on earth can they not find some easy solutions to save money is beyond me. I any case, an hour later, with required document at hand and a very relieved heart I walk out to the sunshine.
I am not used to time off. Though I yearn for it every day, [...]

The last year or so has been a bit turbulent. Perhaps I have had a few too many things on my plate, but for whatever reason it made me rather tired and I fell ill more times than I can remember in the last decade. For some time now I wanted to take a break and rest. As my current contract neared completion, I made the conscious choice to take the summer off and concentrate on things I rarely have the time for while in the rat race. Today is the first day of that ‘project’ and I am trying to slowly get organised.
It is going to be a very busy summer rather than a laid back one. I am giving it a sincere shot at building my own company, concentrating on Aikido and fitness, some traveling, socialising, expanding my work skills, resting, sleeping, eating better and generally enjoying a summer without having to do things, but rather wanting to do spend time on my own choices.
I think the most important thing for the first few days is getting organised and finding a way to allocate my time constructively, but without pressure. Though I am a bit of a control freak, it does take me effort to stick to my plans and not get sidetracked, either by choice or laziness. I found a good way to plan not only the whole summer, but my daily wishes as well, in using a mind mapping application called iThoughtsHD on the iPad. For these early steps, it seems to be working just fine for me.
In the beginning of this year I started training in Aikido again, after a break of over two years. The reasons for the break were moving to London, not being able to find a good dojo, back and knee injuries and general laziness. I was lucky enough to find a style that suits me and a dojo that has great teachers and a good bunch of students that are friendly enough. Because of said long break and because of being used to a different style, I have been struggling to get back to training at a pace, level and enjoyment I was used to. I will elaborate more on the whole thing in subsequent posts, but for now I wanted to mention an incident during last evening’s training.
The second hour on Wednesdays is weapons training. In my years doing Aikido, unfortunately I was never taught weapons consistently and really if I am honest, I will admit that sticking a Jo or a Bokken in my hands is like giving a young Greek kid a pair of chopsticks to eat with (perhaps bad analogy). In the past few months, I have been trying to slowly learn the Jo kata (or at least some of the Jo kata) and I obviously need to spend a lot more time learning in my own free time.
Yesterday evening I had particular trouble remembering a sequence and switching the Jo in my hands for the required steps. At one point sensei stepped in, seeing my difficulty and to show me why I need to do this instead of whatever I was doing, he did the kata with me with enough force (Jo against Jo) that he broke my Jo in half in a deafening (at least to my left ear) display of a working [...]
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