Here we go

"When I fly to Mexico Tomorrow..." was an actual sentence that I was able to say today...

Everything is coming up Milhouse

It would seem that I have received all that I could have hoped for in my six weeks back home. Good times with friends and family of highest importance. I have bought a little car, landed a four month work contract, completed a couple of courses allowing me to work in hospitality on the side and also weekend work at the local markets. 

Of course the predominant reason in me returning home of course was for my operation, which I have been advised should occur within the next 60 days. During  which the time is several weeks recovery, I am able to hold full time employment and a couple of extra jobs on the side to make some money at the same time. I am really maximizing on an unfortunate situation and getting the most out of my time back home that I possibly can.

I don’t have any travel or diving work in my sights until after April, when I hope to be in full health and recovery, with a few beans in the back pocket to consider where to next! It is very difficult in holding back on looking at current diving opportunities around the world, as it is just not something I can consider until the circumstances are better.

It seems extraordinary that it is December in a couple of days, where the same time last year I was winding down to begin this whole new adventure of diving.

I can say that road to success is not straight or smooth, but it is worthwhile. I have been putting all of my conscious thoughts into giving thanks and expressing gratitude for the opportunities that I have had, the lessons I have learnt, and all that I have picked up along the way. I find that the more I do this, the more wonderful things I receive and experience. 

I have had an incredible year, all attributed to this crazy dream that I would pack up and become a dive instructor.

As I am home, the blogs will be much less frequent, but I will keep updated sporadically, news and events in the continuous journey that I am on, in fulfilling my dreams and desires.

Journey on friends.

Kass xx

I'm coming home

It is hard to believe that I am nearly home after a 14 week stint abroad. Really, I have only spent four weeks at home since I first departed nine months ago. The intention of this journey did not go to plan at all, however amongst the chaos and the tears, miracles prevailed. 

I learnt that sometimes you have to experience what you don't want in your life to realise and appreciate what you do. I have felt so defeated that getting back up has seemed an impossible feat, but I did it. I have met strangers from all corners of the earth who have become family. They have made me laugh so hard that I have cried. I have been hurt, insulted, and ripped off but have had new experiences, immersed myself in different cultures and created memories which you could put no value on. 

I have exceeded my perceived physical, psychological, and emotional limits. I have felt a sense of appreciation for home which I have not felt before. I have learnt difficult lessons and attained invaluable wisdom. I value the unnerving vision of those who I meet for the first time but can read into my soul. Meeting any situation with kindness and compassion will work in your favour over anger. Light drives out darkness and love drives out hate. You can run but you can't hide, your health will follow you everywhere. Take care of your body and your body will take care of you. 

I won't stop following my dream, if every person gave up after their first attempt then there would be few successful people in the world. However, though my first diving job did not work out, life worked out. I am coming home with a full heart and an overwhelming love and appreciation for my family, my friends, and most importantly myself xx

Goodbye Africa hello Greece

After enjoying the last days by the beach in Essaouira, it was time to suck it up and head back to the big smoke. We caught a 3 hour morning bus to Marrakech where we checked back into the gorgeous Equity Point hostel. 

We each dropped off like flies, Nat leaving after the first night, Tess after the second and me after the third. Most of my time was spent lazing around the hostel with a couple of hours each day spent shopping. Unfortunately shopping was such a painful experience but I dedicated enough time to buy a few pieces before leaving. A place with so many wonderful shops and markets to wonder through, however the forceful nature of the keepers and he harassment on the street just made it a nightmare to go anywhere. Even if you ditched the leisurely stroll and would race through the labyrinth streets in a mission to buy some food, you were still stopped or yelled at "where are you running to, why the rush, do you need help, hey sexy I love you, slow down come into my shop..." So many times I just wanted to yell "SHUT UUUUUP" at the top of my lungs. It was exhausting, two hours was stretching the patience limit each time, but sometimes after just taking a few paces into the medina you starting to creep backwards to the hostel safety and calm.

On my last day I enjoyed a relaxing Haman and waited out the day until my late evening flight. Once I arrived at Marrakech airport, I already felt the transition into some sort of normality. It was a relief to be on the aeroplane, and even more to arrive at Barcelona airport. At 2am McDonalds was the only place open, so I shoved in a cheeseburger before trying to get a couple of hours sleep before my flight on the airport floor. Come 6am, the airport stores were beginning to open up and the place was filling with travellers, I could feel the eyes peering upon my faetal position body so I picked myself up off the cold tiles and wondered around for the next couple of hours until my 10am flight. I was so tired but the excitement of seeing loved ones on the other side kept me going.

Following a safe and smooth landing, it was a quick collection of luggage and a race outside to meet my friends. The weather was cool with a flow of wind, weather I hadn't experienced in months, It was so refreshing. 

Alex and dim (and Ralphy) welcomed me back into their home with open arms and big hearts. It was such a pleasure to be back and to settle in to the comforts of a home environment. The next 36 hours I barely moved from the couch. Movies, naps and cuddles with Ralphy were all I wanted and all I needed. Everything over the past few days let alone months seemed to catch up to me and I was shattered. 

This morning I woke early which I was not used to at all. I accompanied Al to her photoshoot and enjoyed watching the hustle and bustle of the make up artists, hairstylists, photographers and models. I was absolutely flattered when I was asked if I was one of he models, (though it was asked with a tilted head and slightly confused face). I pottered around again being asked if I was one of the make up artists or one of the crew... Sorry guys, just part of the entourage. Thankfully they were not all Greek and some spoke English, so I spent most of the day chatting and laughing away with one of the boys. I haven't had a bro to bounce off for months, so it was great to have a homeboy for a day. GOOD energy!

I was to terrified to move about the place in fear of tripping over a hair dryer cord which would then create some animated domino affect in breaking a table, crashing the light stand, and setting the studio on fire. Imagine.

Come mid afternoon and I hit a wall, ready for my afternoon siesta and cuddles on the couch from my cuddly pooch friend. Me and Al wondered through the Main Street of Athens before stopping at a cafe for an orange juice and a long await chat... So much to talk about, one week - such little time.

In the evening it was a friends birthday. One of Dim and Al's who was so kind to spend my birthday in Greece with me so it was wonderful to celebrate hers. We snuck into her apartment with friends while her boyfriend took her out - a classic suprise party with delicious food and laughs. She was so pleased to see me and it made it all worth it.

One week ahead in Athens with the most beautiful company makes me so content. A delightful way to draw end to a crazy adventure through Europe and Africa, all the while I had intended to be diving... Sometimes we consider that we have been thrown off our path, but really, you have to understand that this is the path, you are always where you are meant to be.

Love and light, Kass xx

The windy city

After a long day at the Kasbah in the Sahara, we departed the following day at 7.30am to begin out journey into Marrakech. We got on the bus at 8.30am and went on our way. The weather was terrible which didn't make me feel so bad spending a whole day on the bus. After several hours into the trip, our journey came to a halt as the road ahead of us was flooded. We waited for perhaps up to an hour and then went on our way. Celebrations perhaps started a little too soon, as ahead of us, 80km of road through the Atlas Mountains was cut off due to landslides and we were stuck in the middle of the road for several hours. No food, no water, no bathroom facilities... It was a very long journey. 

We finally reached Marrakech close to midnight, some 16+ hours on a bus later. At 1 am after walking around the medina in circles, we finally reached our hostel - Equity Point. The next day we spent in the hostel being potatoes. Using the wifi, eating chocolate and relaxing. In the afternoon I had the most wonderful Haman to scrape off all the desert dirt and I felt a million dollars. In the late afternoon we went for a short walk trough the medina. We came to the big square where it was full of hustle and bustle. Loud music, woman harassing you for a henna or card reading and men wanting you to get photo's with the hypnotised snakes or monkeys on a chain. One thing that has really disturbed me on this trip is treatment if animals for entertainment. Monkeys with chains around their necks, dressed in ridiculous costumes, snakes drugged and with teeth and venom removed, camels with cut lips from rope ties in their mouths... It breaks my heart to see, and even more that it is done for the entertainment of tourists. I do not support it and will not support it. It was busy but it was very different to anywhere we had been. As we were walking home and I was thinking to myself, it is bad, but not as bad as I had expected, the people are rude and sales are forceful but manageable. Then all of a sudden a man walked past me and struck me in the face. I was in complete shock and yelled at him "what the f***" he looked me in the eyes and then walked off. I was standing in the middle of the street in absolute shock. When I came to, I was furious and disgusted. A shop keeper came over and told me that I wouldn't know, but this man is a known crazy and it was best I didnt retaliate. As time past I was trying to hold back the tears and could not contain my anger. Nothing could justify his actions and it still upsets me to think about it. Marrakech is a very different place. 

We spent the next couple of days lazing around the hostel only going out for food when needed. The hostel was gorgeous and we met some equally gorgeous people. From Marrakech we travelled for three hours by bus to essaouria 'the windy city' (for the surf) a lovely beach town. Our hostel was a but rough around the edges but all the staff would move mountains to accommodate you. There are two pet cats - jimmy and Hendrix - cute cuddly little guys. Our first night we grabbed a few beers and a couple of bottles of red wine and had a great night on the terrace. Since then we have relaxed on sun beds on the beach, made pals including the beautiful puppy snoopy, and petted a chameleon named Julia Roberts. 

Yesterday we took a local bus to a much smaller beach town called Sidi Kouki. A very nice beach where the sun sets over the ocean. In the evening I ate possibly one of the best meals I've very eaten, a chicken tagine wih fig and blue cheese..... I are the same again for lunch! Late yesterday there were 55 Moroccans who checked into out hostel. It was hectic! In the evening some men played traditional Berber music which was a great experience. The girls have headed back to Sidi for the night to enjoy a bonfire on the beach and I'm sure a wonderful time. I need some time out for me and am thoroughly enjoying some reflective time alone. Another couple of days in Essaouira will make my longest stop in one place through Africa - and why not, it's by the beach. As the days pass by my shopping has started to pick up. I've found things I like, now I just have to come to grips with the bartering battle that comes ahead and handing over the cash! I've already treated myself to a gorgeous black leather tassel bag, but why just stop at one!

Tonight I bought myself a "protection necklace" which has the hand of Fatima and an evil eye pendant to dispel evil and got one of the guys at the hostel to "bless" it for me before I put it on. Sweet!

Spread your love and kindness through every person you meet.

Kassie

Happy flower

Our love for Morocco has grown with every day. Our initial four days in Fez included walks through the Medina, a day trip to Meknes, a stroll through the park, and getting a traditional "massage" and more.

We were really looking forward to a thorough deep tissue massage, but what we got was far from expected. We entered the Haman to a room of naked woman cleaning their bodies like it was the first time in their life. A Middle ages overweight woman with breasts bouncing at her knees exfoliated our entire bodies by hand mit as we laughed aloud and tried not to look in each other's eyes. The whole cleaning scrubbing and washing took about two hours and I've never felt so clean in my life. While it was such a shock to be amongst woman who's only eyes you see through burka's during the day, by afternoon to see then scrubbing each other's naked bodies; it was in the end, a great experience.

We since found out that this is a tradition that both men and woman do seperately once a week. They do shower normally, but lash out in a naked bathing room once every few days. We'll be doing it again, but this time a little more prepared!

Our next stop was Chefchaouen, a little blue painted town in the mountains. We arrived, and checked into our 25 bed dorm room. Which, again, wasn't quite what we expected. It was in the terrace aka the roof, and there were 25 mattresses (or double folded wool blankets as beds) side-by-side with a number above them, around the walls of the terrace. Each of us three girls were on a seperate wall, not even in sight of each other. Hippies of all ages lounged around to the sounds of reggae music as they all probably laughed when they saw our faces drop. Each time I went to my bed I would have at least three people laying across it playing chess, eating cereal or rolling joints. When night fell, Nat was to shocked to sleep in her allotting squatting space so we top and tailed on a mini single bed, between a 60+ year old man and a couple. We laughed hysterically at our situation until we fell asleep. The next morning we checked in to an 8 bed room for the next two nights!

The following day we did a farm tour which was a very memorable day.  By night we watched Harry potter while playing with Simba the kitten (I was his favorite) in the foyer of the hostel, before the most incredible nights sleep in a comfortable, cool and spacious bed (with a little more privacy than before).

The next day we met a couple of great dudes at the hostel, and by the time afternoon came around,we pulled ourselves out of the hostel rooftop vortex and went for a stroll around town. We met a boy cooking in the street making what he described as 'penis' and it took us three takes to understand that he was cooking 'peanuts'. We munched them down and laughed for the rest of day.

In the evening we caught on to a hotel which sold beer, which was a real treat as alcohol in incredibly sparce and expensive in Morocco. The five of us enjoyed a few cold ones while overlooking the night lights of the town and giggling our way into the early morning.

The next day we returned to Fez for two nights to figure out our next move. It was a different hostel in the opposite part of the medina so it was very much a new place to us. As we had no luck getting a taxi from the bus station, a very kind, generous and genuine man offered to take us to the hostel. He told us of his multiple businesses, his family and tips for Morocco. He even called the hostel to have someone personally collect us from the street to avoid being taken down the garden path by seedy males. We were very fortunate.

On the last day there I shopped around the Medina aimlessly. With such a broad collection of styles, colours and designs of leather goods, pottery, carpets, jewlerry and more, it's making my shopping time more difficult then imagined. I fell in love with a turquoise necklace which went for 3,400 dhm to 600 dhm. I visited a nice jewlerry man who's collection I admired last time who told me I got completely ripped off, and proving the "polished turquoise" was plastic. He reminded me of what I knew about significant price drops = non genuine items. I rushed back down the medina, got my money back and in turn bought the stunning unique bracelet I had had loved from first sight, from the honest jewlerry man. 

We then set off on our eight hour overnight bus journey to Rissani and then  hour drive into the Sahara. We slept, ate, and lazed by the surprisingly freezing cold pool at the Kasbah until our journey into the wilderness. As the afternoon sandstorm slightly reduced, we got in our matching Sahara pyjamas, put on our turbans, jumped on our camels and trekked through the sand dunes! We travelled for an hour before reaching our destination, which was a circle of tents with carpet flooring in the middle, a small table and half a dozen drums. As we descended down the dunes we hummed the M*A*S*H opening soundtrack as we felt like we were on set and laughed hysterically. We chatted with the others before eating a delicious feast for dinner. As night fell, we all moved our mattresses from the tents to the open flooring, played drums and looked up at incredible night sky. It was so clear we could easily see the Milky Way. It reminded me of the same star lit sky in the Maldives which made my heart a little sad as I miss that place incredibly. Nearly all of us were looking above at once and all shared the trail of light as an enormous shooting star lit the sky. It was a magical night.

This morning we packed up and jumped back on our camels and trekked back to the Kasbah. Unfortunately because of the poor weather we didn't see the sunrise but that didn't diminish our trip what so ever.

A good day for lazing around (and celebration, as my stomach has stopped churning for the first time in a week!) before a night of good rest, as tomorrow we begin our 14 hour bus journey to Marrakecsh!

We eat too much bread and drink scorching hot mint tea ("Moroccan whiskey") at every meal, we pretend that we haven't heard "ahh kangaroo, Aussie Aussie Aussie Oi Oi Oi" from every person we meet, we travel with a roll of TP and a couple of 1 dhm coins where ever we go, and with water bottle in hand. We made up our own rule of shoulders or knee's covered - one or the other, not always both in an attempt to wear more than two different outfits on our whole time in Morocco. We stop and listen to prayer time echo through the streets in the day and enjoy the afternoon winds before the still evenings arrive. We take some risks in the name of adventure and act modestly in name of safety. We always find something to laugh about every day, even if it's at our own expense. 

We appreciate the simple things, safe drinking water, clean undies and a descent place to sleep. Oh, and also a descent wifi connection, it has become quite possibly the most important tool for us while travelling.

Morocco has been a wonderful accident. As I had planned to be diving in Greece at this time, I'm now riding camels through the Sahara desert! People are tricky, many are out to harass you, deceive you and rip you off. Others are the kindest, most welcoming ("welcome to Africa!") and generous people.

It's sometimes hard to distinguish the good from the bad, but we have to learn from our experiences and not the bad prevent us from letting the good in, and letting the good blind us from the bad. It's an incredible journey within and without. I'm finding myself more and more quiet, contemplating so much of that around me and booming that into the bigger picture of life. I'm tested every day, and sometimes things do get the better of me, but I'm learning to handle it better.

I've booked my flight out of Africa in two weeks time, with an end date in sight, I feel a little more comfortable in my time ahead, knowing that it will come to an end soon, so to paint what's left the boldest and brightest of colours.

Kass xx

Swing life away

I am blown away from one week to the next with how our gypsy life unfolds...

This time last week we were enjoying  life in San Sebastián, or as we have renamed it, Pleasantville. Days spent on the beach or in the park, enjoying the sun and relaxed nature of the town. 

We love his place so much, it is just so clean and safe and beautiful. Come Friday we didn't really want to leave just yet - we could have stayed there for a good couple of weeks. 

Unexpectedly we had an extended stay... The bus we booked to Barcelona double booked out seats, or did something suspicious and our seats got given to nanna's and we were told to get off the bus as there were no more seats. Last bus of the day would see us miss our international flight, our booked accommodation in morocco and we were back in a sold out town. After much distress, we found a bed for the night and spent the rest of it on the wifi searching for a place for the next two nights.

We got a room in an apartment (a great story in itself) and settled back into Pleasantville for the weekend. Lucky for us there was a festival over the weekend and we saw The Wombats play up in the hills over looking the stunning San Sebastián beach. It was a wonderful night of music laughter and priceless views. A lot of challenges knock you when you travel (both first hand and troubles from home)  and you are left lost and confused, but you just have to roll with the punches, then it's fair to say everything works out in the end. 

We then spent one night in Barcelona before flying (a new and more expensive flight) to morocco today. First impressions is that we absolutely love this place. An incredible culture shock, but so many hidden gems.

Swinging beds on the roof of our hostel drinking mint tea and listening to Bob Marley and Chet faker (and a bit of Toto - Africa!) and having a laugh as we look around and discuss our love for the place. Strolls through the medina, admiring the incredible craftsmanship of everything from rugs, leather bags, silver... Sweating in the heat under our baggy, shoulder and knee covering hippy gypsy clothes. I love it!

There's definitely going to be more challenges ahead, I see that - but even in the darkest times you have to find a glimmer of hope and believe it's all going to work out for the best. It's hard to see that when you are down, but when you rise up (which you always do) you know it's made you stronger and perhaps a little wiser (with some great tales to tell).

Kass xx