Archive for the ‘Random Musings from a Happy Bird’ Category


Translation Anthologies: Part 2

November 2, 2012

This was at our restaurant for lunch. They wanted to collect our rehabilitation after lunch!



Translation Anthologies: Part 1

October 6, 2012

Just arrived in Greece. Looking out the windows of the bus for our stop, it’s “square o triangle, triangle n triangle tiko”. Ummm… But it’s obviously not just my translation that’s bad, we’ve got a very special English menu for dinner tonight for sharing!

Sandwich: toasted slices of toast bread.
Four Cheese Pizza: Gouda, Parmesan, Parmesan, Mozzerella.
Pasta Penne: includes bowl Parmesan salt and portion.
Pasta Arrabiata: includes bowl and cheese portion of salt.
Tortallini: includes cheese bowl and serving of salt.
Dessert: profiteroles bowl, filled with fluffy cream, maraschino liquor and rich chocolate sauce of fresh cream chocolate and healthy.

Good luck in Greece, team!



Fashion Anthologies: Part 3

October 6, 2012

I have a bit of a backlog of fashion anthologies, and due to popular demand, I’ve got one for you today. This was in Florence. Please note, they are tshirts, NOT bags.



Ode to Hope

September 29, 2012

It’s Hope’s birthday today. And, as I only spend €7 on a beautiful Gaudi elephant for her and didn’t give her a card, I decided I would compose an ‘Ode To Hope’ here on el blogo.

Hope is 28 today. We’ve been friends for 10 years, and we often joke that its perhaps time to call it quits. But I doubt that’s ever going to be possible, given all that we’ve been through together. Even just this year, we’ve done more and eaten more gelato than others would even dream of. We’ve been happy, and we’ve been very sad. Some have cried on trains, others on boats. We’ve laughed every place humanly imaginable, including Niagara Falls (when Hope fell over), Scotland Castles (where Hope fell over), Starbucks (where Hope fell over), Iceland bus (where Hope fell over) and in Cinque Terre (where Hope took care to read the ‘It’s Slippery’ sign out to me, before falling over). Oh, and in Monteverde (where I fell over – should put it in for good measure).

I admire at least 14 things about Hope. I’ll list a few only, for time’s sake.
1) I admire Hope’s ability to tell people to ‘shut up’ when they are less than 1m away. She has no fear of getting punched.
2) I admire her resilience. She can bounce back after being abused by a crazy man on the bus with a tshirt than says ‘sex, drugs and sausage rolls’.
3) I admire her ability to laugh at EVERYTHING. Sometimes when I’m trying to go to sleep, I hear her laughing, and its because she’s remembering something that happened today, or last week, or the time she fell over when trying to piggy back Lisa.
4) I admire her strength. She’s probably the strongest person I know. Not physical (we all know I could beat her in a fight) but her mental strength. I’m positive that she can get through ANYTHING.
5) I admire her capacity to pretend her plastic legs are actually real.

Sometimes, Hope says ‘will you miss me next year?’ And to her, my response is yes. Yes I will. When we don’t live in a bag, and share deodorant when mine runs out.

A lot of people were worried when we decided to travel together because we do fight a lot. But it has been so good this year. Sure, we punch each other in the neck sometimes, but 98% of the time, it’s so good. I’ve come to appreciate us more in the last few days where we’ve run into three different groups of people who are struggling with their travel buddy. And they ask if we’ve ever considered splitting up. No, no we haven’t.

And so, on Hope’s day of birth, I shall say unto her “HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my wonderful, crazy, funny MUCHACHA. May all your days be incredible like yourself. I love you long time and am SO glad we get to keep smashing out country after country together. AMEN.”




Why I Hate Religion

September 29, 2012

Sometimes, people say to me “are you religious?”

I struggle to know how to answer this question. I hate religion. The idea that someone would think me “religious” makes my insides flip over.

Once upon a time, communist proponent and sociologist Karl Marx said that “religion is the opium of the masses”, with the idea that religion is used to subdue and control. And what a handy tool. Something that people will conform to out of fear, or pressure or because it’s the societal norm. Religious people, to me, seem to bound up in rules and regulations. They can’t do this, say that, eat this or wear that. They can be seen as haughty or high and mighty, perhaps lording their moral standards over you and I.

Religion is not something I want to be linked to at all.

But at the same time, I am… something. I don’t even want to call it a Christian, because what that word originally started out meaning is hardly the way it is understood now. Christians, were so named because they were “little Christs”, followers of “the Way”, Jesus. That’s it. Just as stuffed up as everyone else, yet acknowledging a path through the confusion and mistakes of life. That path, I call Jesus. He illuminates the way for me to go and gives me a sense of great joy.

Where religion is about rules, following Jesus is about relationship.

And, as I listen to a Spanish version of U2’s “I still haven’t found what I’m looking for”, I can confidently say I have found all I’m looking for in Him.


Fashion Anthologies: Part 2

June 18, 2012

Feather Duster Man.
I don’t know, but he was running and it was a hard photo to get.



Fashion Anthologies: Part 1

June 5, 2012

This may be a one hit wonder, but for this photo, it is worth it. We see some pretty incredible dress codes on our travels, and this has been intensified in Rio, inspiring me to make this new series of anthologies. This rad lady joined us on the beach and then came over to ask for my leftover 1cm of coke. I gave it to her. She is certainly interesting.

Stay tuned!