What is the definition of a 'hippy'? I'm just curious because I've been discussing it lots recently, so I wanted to get your opinion too. I have spent the best part of a year in India now, and I know perceptions of this amazingly huge country vary enormously, from tourists scared to death by all the noise, rubbish, and attention-craving friendliness, individuals from around the world (usually aged 18-24 or 45+), who've come to 'find themselves' and take up a new life of spirituality, to the drunken youngsters finishing off their South East Asia tour, (with their garish elephant pants glued on), to the 5 star hotel guests who experience a world I can only imagine. There's one more group of lost nomads I also seem to meet regularly, the unfortunate souls from India and abroad who are travelling and socialising because they actually love it, but for whatever reason genuinely don't have a place they call home or any money in their back pocket.
I spent 6 weeks in Rishikesh last October and filled my mind and body with intense yoga practise, vegan food and healing energies. Some friends in England have called me a 'wannabe hippy' for my love of travel and stereotypically, yoga, particularly Indian and Asian culture. I don't profess to be a hippy in any way, but maybe I am? It seems to be a very subjective noun, and the more I discuss it the more conflicted I get. Yes I have veered from societal expectations of my childhood in South East England, but I also couldn't categorise myself somewhere else. Does that make me more, or less of a hippy? Last year I met a German traveller in Hampi who made my friend and I pretty angry. He started his dialogue by describing a hippy as someone who doesn't wash, and basically lives like a pig in mud. It got us thinking though about how to justify our own lives without encouraging a negative stereotype however (a bit like my discussion on the use of the word 'feminism'). So after this I looked up the Internets' definition of a hippy and the description was something along the lines of: 'An individual, most common in the 60s and 70s, who had long hair and wore beads'. I'm not sure who felt they had the authority to write this, but my guess is it certainly wasn't someone who has experienced a culture different to their own. A true 'hippy' is hard to define. Is it someone who only eats vegan, organic food, uses natural products for clothes, shoes and shower gel, and (crucially), lives in a van? Or perhaps it's someone (as we often joke), who got a lot of money from mummy and daddy so feel they don't need to work or provide for themselves or society? Or maybe, it's just someone who breaks away from societal norms? Remember, every culture and society have different 'norms', and that I guess is the essence, that every single one of us has grown up with different problems and privileges, so we are all continuing to grow slightly differently too. And that is why, in my view, a 'hippy' cannot be defined, because an epoch, a grouping of humans, is almost impossible where no two are the same anyway.
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There is one pretty regular and I guess legitamate question I get asked by other travellers, friends and family about my slightly unorthodox lifestyle so I thought I'd dispel some intrigue/concern here. Firstly, as exciting as it might be, no I don't sell drugs, my body or any other illegal and black market trade to fund my travels! It might sound crazy but I do actually work! It may not be your idea of work but it is enough for me to live my day-to-day life, wake up happy and be able to explore and experience something new everyday, without dreading Mondays or complaining and whinging about excessive workloads (as it's been reminded to me many times, we English have an unfortunate tendency to do).
Over the last 2 years I've spent at least 75% of my time working on a voluntary basis. Usually in return for food and accomodation which to be honest is all I need! For example in 2016 I worked in Sri Lanka for 9 months. I didn't earn a penny, but I spent approximately £300 per month. Nothing in comparison to a month in London hey. I worked for 2 and a half years before this in a UK graduate job and supplemented this meagre Local Government wage with evenings as a ballet teacher and weekends as a waitress, cleaner and anything else to make me a few precious pennies. I've always been pretty frugal, and this enabled me to save enough for Sri Lanka. Now I could have just given this amazing international mental health organisation the £300 a month I was spending as a donation, but I'd much prefer to give my time. I'm young, free and single and have too much energy to be sitting back in a chair sending money when I could be on the front line actually working with these people. Now in Goa I currently run a jewellery and clothes stall at a weekly market. I may not earn much, but it's enough to feed me for at least 4 days of the week, and most importantly, I enjoy it! I'm teaching friends yoga and guitar for fun and voluntarily helping my friends set up a smoothie and snack bar. These luxuries I can afford for fun, because the cost of living is so low. I didn't spend any money on rent for 6 months this year by volunteering my time in return for accomodation, which is enough payment for me! When an average meal is £2, and a whole tank of petrol for my scooter roughly £3 (I fill up about once a week), hopefully you can start to see how I manage to spend my life here. Yes I could work a graduate job and have a nice car and wardrobes full of clothes, but comparatively I wouldn't have much more in my pocket because the cost of living in Europe is so high. So alongside some fortunate and clever long-term investments and a few pennies here and there I get by with no problem. My main outgoings that I cover from my savings are my £110 a month rent and £50 per month scooter rental, otherwise my low food (and party) costs are covered by the bits and pieces of work I do in Goa. For now one rucksack full of clothes, my university laptop and a pretty basic smartphone are all the material possessions I need in the world, and with some of the best beaches and friends I won't be swapping this lifestyle anytime soon! India is the one country in the world I promised myself (and my parents) that I'd never visit alone as a female traveller. Well suffice to say I broke that rule spectacularly. But the question I continually ask myself is why? Why shouldn't I explore these amazing countries in the company of myself, strangers and locals? This summer I spent just under 3 weeks travelling with my English friend in Malaysia, and we had many heated discussions about why we sometimes feel confined as female travellers, and what we can do about it.
N.b. A couple of years ago I wrote a blog post about my rejection of 'feminism' based on an, in my view, archaic BBC4 documentary harping on about women's rights and inequality. Personally, I perceive the categorising of feminism as outdated and even harmful to contemporary societal development. By repeatedly using the term 'feminism' are we not just emphasising past events, living in history and failing to recognise how we can actively change concerns of inequality? I will never disagree that Emily Davidson jumping under a horse in 1913 or Rosa Parks not standing up on a bus were not pioneers in their advertisement of female empowerment, however these examples are nearly a century old; why are we not focusing more on Malala Yousafzai and other incredible females to admire now? There is the eternal dilemma, particularly when travelling, of how much you are provoking males into sexist remarks and gestures, and how much it is their fault. Even at schools in the U.K. we hear about teenage girls being told off for their skirts being too short or bra straps showing, and the argument returns, that it is not the fault of the individual, but rather the sexualisation of these gestures by others that is the problem. I am very mindful when I am travelling of trying to fit into the cultures I am visiting as best I can. I wouldn't, for example, go downstairs to talk to my Sri Lankan amma, or worse, leave the house, without ensuring my knees and shoulders are covered. This is not me being confined or subjected, this is me being respectful of a different and more traditional culture to my own. So there is a fine line between subjectifiying and respecting. As my friend explained during our 3 hour roadside wait for an elusive public bus: "I think you should write a blog post about girls travelling. I'm sick of men making sexual gestures towards us girls travelling, and passing it off as cultural differences. Stop being such a sexist pig looking at my knees and thinking they're dead arousing...I wonder what age they start doing that to girls from their own country." Female equality, traditions and cultures , I'm aware are a very controversial topic, so I would love to hear about your own experiences at home and abroad, and whether these have been negative or positive? It is exactly because of this controversy that we need to continue this conversation - and I truly believe that even our small voices can help to make a difference to awareness and empowerment in this world. 'Yoga' originates from the sanskrit word 'yoke' meaning 'to unite', reminding us to combine the actions of our body and mind throughout our life.
Before I started my intensive Yoga course, yoga to me, meant how long you could hold your headstand for, how flexible your hamstrings are, and how comfortably (if ever!) you could sit in padmasana - lotus position, for. Now though, I've learnt it's so much more than that. Yoga is about the harmonious and continued development of yourself and a truly holistic lifestyle. It is about internalising your awareness and action with reflection not reflexion to situations. It's about facing up to your fears of the past, future and most importantly, the present. And not comparing yourself or your journey with anyone else, in order to reach transcendence. It's about removing the mind from the actions of our body and our consciousness, and combining our physical health, heart, soul, digestion, socialising and communication (among other things), in order to fulfil our individual potential and find our Sva-dharma. Bhagavid Gita (chapter 2/48) provides a perfect example: 'Perform your action, and drop your idea of anxiety attached to the result.' Over the last 5 weeks I have immersed myself in an intense variety of yogic practises to enhance my life and mental and physical well-being. I've practised primary series ashtanga asanas, lying in savasana (corpse pose) for an hour for yoga Nidra to try and reach my inner consciousness, yin & hatha yoga asanas, hypnotic energy healing, Tantra yoga, kundalini awakening, ecstatic dancing, candle and eye gazing, hugging meditations, pranayama (breathing practise), himalayan mountain hiking, reading and mantra chanting, among a really busy list of entertainments recently. Each practise has given me a new awareness of myself and helped me discover which I enjoy best to help me live this earthly life to the fullest. I was discussing recently with my friend, and we both agreed that we wanted to dedicate our time in this meat and alcohol free town to exploring as many outlets of creativity as we could, and listening to every individual's journey with our newly heightened empathy, regardless of our opinions of their traditional or hippy life path. Leaving Rishikesh yesterday, I spent half an hour at the airport writing down what I think I learnt about myself on this part of my life journey. It has been a very personal adventure, but I concluded that one of the strongest lessons here has been my recurring need to stop comparing my own journey with others, and revel in the individuality of it however weird it sounds to you. The practises I have experienced have opened my eyes to new endeavours and seriously increased my knowledge to be able to justify and continue my eastern wanderings, and combine them along my journey for income and internal peace. I am continuing to learn patience, acceptance and the freedom of expression, so I hope you will join me on this quest for yourself as well, and forgive me for my often elusive nature in previous and future years. I want to leave you with one of the most important Yoga Sutras (chapter 1/33) to put into practise: "In relationships, the mind becomes purified by cultivating feelings of friendliness towards those who are happy." I've never been the most academically guided, but I am an obsessive learner. Today I learnt that you shouldn't wear a plaster over a wound for more than 3 hours, according to my hilarious colleague's first aid training. I at least, had it in my head that said plaster could stay on for days (if it didn't first slide off in the shower), or however long it took to heal the wound. But I realise we regularly underestimate the brilliance of the human body. On Sunday I unexpectedly found myself as videographer for a CRY charity fundraiser - an evening of burlesque and circus entertainment in memory of a seemingly healthy young man, who lost his life to an undiagnosed heart condition. In this instance, his physical health issues lay undetected, while for those mourning his death, even five years on they are still grieving.
The biological power of our bodies to look after themselves is generally truly incredible however, and I'm sure you can all think of an example where you have injured yourself, with anything from a paper cut, a hangover or a broken bone, and yet your body has rejuvenated itself. As I learnt in my undergrad psychology studies, the simultaneous relationship between stress and pain very clearly effects your physical and mental well-being. I'm writing this on the 16th anniversary of the 9/11 attacks in New York, following the catastrophic flooding and Hurricanes in The Carribbean and North America, the unprecedented fatal rainfall in and around Mumbai, India in the last month, and during the escalating crisis of the Rohingya Muslims fleeing Myanmar. There have been a multitude of evacuations resulting in homeless refugees around the world due to war and natural disasters, where millions of people have fled the place they call home en mass, in search of safety. The New York Times recently wrote an article about the atrocities in Myanmar and the undeniably passive work of State Counsellor Aung San Suu Kyi. As Nobel Peace Prize winner in 1991, it was with great anticipation that she began her reign in Myanmar to reverse the British colonialists disruption of peace between the Burmese and minority ethnic groups, however passivity and lack of action over the current ruling Military has angered many. I have read comments from both Burmese individuals and western tourists, who are simultaneously arguing over the 'truth' and biased media depending on the origins of the articles. Much like the 30 year Sri Lankan civil war between the Sinhalese and Tamil Tigers, numerous militant-led advances in the Middle East, and political and turf wars that happen everyday around the world, what many spectators forget, despite these grievances, is that these are LIVING BEINGS who have been physically and mentally injured. In 2016, I worked directly with individuals in Sri Lanka who had been psychologically scarred by their experiences as civilians amongst bloody political conflict. A big challenge for us in country, was to teach others the fact that a lack of physical scars does not mean an individual is unaffected. It might be presented in the media as a great political triumph to blow up a load of gas tankers (see my previous blog post about airstrikes in Syria), or overthrow a band of militants, however as bystanders to these events, I think many people are guilty of forgetting the individual. It pains me to see the persecution of people from such a beautiful country like Myanmar, as it eerily echoes the fleeing of millions of Punjabi's, Kashmiri's and Bengali's to Pakistan and Bangladesh following India's Independence in 1947. I know I have filled this page with uncomfortable reminders, but I think for many that this is perhaps what we need; to recognise that the healing of one person's broken bone, the passing of Hurricane Irma, or the end of long civil war, does not mean that people can go back to their daily lives tomorrow. There are humans and animals on the frontline of all of these stories. Remember, that just because a plaster should only be left on for 3 hours at a time, this does not mean that the wound has healed, or that it won't re-open in the future. I want there to be a positive in all of my words today however, so please be mindful that even though you may not see or be directly involved in a problem, does not mean that it's not there. Smile, look out for each other, and forge your own healing stories :). For more information into the background of the current Rohingya crisis, please read a very short and informative article by the India Times. I have had an amazing 2017 so far in India, and am now trying to re-establish myself temporarily in my country of birth, since becoming extremely attached to a nomadic, Asian lifestyle. I have been back in the UK for 3 weeks, and have not yet slept in the same place for more than three consecutive nights! I spent a fab few days at home in Kent, picking wild blackberries for homemade jam, and finally dusting off my piano and ukulele again to fill my parents' house with noise. I then went to Cornwall for 10 days, filled with carnivals, reggae gigs on the beach, surf lessons (success at last!), and some great country cider and bike rides. I've just moved to London, and unfortunately have before only described it as the city I have in my head that is so full of life, it's kind of lonely. Dubbed, 'The city that never sleeps', but one that is also potentially arrogant, aloof and independent.
I know, I know, how can I be so rude about my home city, don't worry though, I think I've changed my mind! Yes, sitting in my little flat in south London can feel a bit lonely sometimes, but so can these great 'sociable' adventures wandering the streets of Mumbai, or hiking the Himalayas in Nepal on occasion. I guess to live in London and create lasting friendships may be more difficult, but from my experience this past week, people do still say good morning when they go to the park for a run, the newsagent genuinely does want to know how your day has been going, a person really will hold up the bus you're running for, and if you're lost you certainly can stop someone and ask for directions. Maybe I am just noticing these things since my Asian sojourn, but it's making it feel a little more like the eastern homes I've become used to over the last 2 years. I had the idea for this blog post standing at a bus stop at 6am on this temperately warm August morning, on my way to start learning the skills of a Barista. I remember being 21 and fresh out of university, writing blog posts about how offended I was to be belittled as a cleaner by lofty office workers, and how upset that made me - why couldn't they understand that I was working three jobs just to fund my unpaid internship. I thought that was the only path to success, the one we're conditioned to believe is 'correct'. Go to university, get a good degree, work work work, and Bob's your uncle. Now though, I relish the opportunity to relax, enjoy my work, and be intrigued rather than aggrieved by the commuters going about their day. By the lycra-wearing yoga girls and puppy-taming walkers sauntering past for an elevenses coffee. Because I guess what I'm saying here is an insight into what I want to write next, about grabbing each day by the horns, and embracing each moment as it comes. Relish the knowledge you will get from understanding every individual experience, and don't compare your fortunes with anyone else. They are yours, and yours alone. So be friendly, say good morning to the mad joggers at the park at 6am, thank your bus driver for getting you to your destination safely, and smile, smile as much as you possibly can. For as one amazing traveller and volunteer told me when I was in Sri Lanka last year, language is incidental to communication, a smile though, is universal :). "If there is heaven on earth, it is here, it is here, it is here!" Agar Firduas I recently travelled to North India, and was fortunate enough to spend two weeks exploring the unexplored; Kashmir. Before I explain my trip, I will say that I had a vague memory of at least the name of the town of Kargil making headlines many years ago, but I must admit I did not know why, or the extent of the state’s struggles, and ongoing danger and uncertainty for Kashmiris now. Well, I can tell you that Kashmir really is a beautiful place and while you definitely must still exercise caution, it absolutely should not be missed on your travels!
Towards the end of my trip I did make it briefly to the ‘Hall of Fame’ military museum in Leh, which provided me much more (although perhaps rather biased) information on the conquering and fall of many empires and countries that have claimed rights over the ‘most beautiful state in India’. I learnt that there have been many attempts at omnipotence by the Chinese, Pakistani and Indian Governments as a multi-bordered state and therefore crucial trade route into India. The most recent war being fought in Kargil, in 1999. Kashmir has the highest military presence in all of India, as was evident from the moment the bus left the confines of the Himachal Pradesh mountain state. Armed Indian soldiers line every pavement corner, grocery shop and busy or deserted road, far outnumbering the stray street dogs and possibly even the cows there! The overwhelming number of visible soldiers throughout the whole state really fascinated me, and certainly divided opinions between my Southern Indian friends and among the local Kashmiris. I have been told that Pakistan’s claim for the state is due to having the largest population of Muslims within India, but there are of course always two sides to a story, and in this case more it seems, depending on whether you agree with the Indian Government encouraging a unity with India, Pakistani militants who are rumoured to be strongly aided by their Government, and even now are managing to evade the military security, or the many Kashmiris fighting for Independence entirely from both countries! Luckily I had been warned before entering Kashmir, but only SIM cards bought on particular Government networks within the state will work, and good luck finding wifi anywhere! I went to a reasonably nice hotel for dinner one evening and they laughed when I enquired about the off-chance of a connection. I chose not to buy a SIM card and it turned out to be a fantastic break from the internet, affording me unlimited opportunity to gaze at the awe-inspiring scenery, and speak to some amazing local people for advice and directions on my way! I absolutely loved the raw and uniqueness of Kashmir, although it is the first place ever that I have felt the need to cover my head with a scarf, to prevent people's jaws breaking when they see blonde hair! The people of Kashmir look totally different from southern Indians, and with their chiseled jaw lines and the men's amazing beards, they are definitely all model contenders! It has taken me a few weeks to assimilate what I saw and learnt while I was in Kashmir, but I will try and at least roughly explain my itinerary. Firstly though I must say that this trip would not have been possible without having travelled with Hindi speaking friends and I am extremely grateful they joined me on this adventure! Day1-3: Manali – Srinagar by bus via Jammu: one 12 hour bus and one squashed shared taxi journey of about 8 hours. The taxi driver took us to his friends houseboat called Beauty Flower, where we stayed for 2 nights, experiencing the summer heat, the blinding sunsets and the monsoon rain, with a very tranquil river and bucket shower for company. For our first evening in Srinagar we visited the Mughal Garden and wandered the city, food stall hopping and trying many unpronounceable delights, including some type of delicious fried potatoes, mutton kebabs (for the meat eaters) and boiled, sweetened milk from an enormous frying pan at least a foot wide. The next day we found autorickshaws, buses and shared taxis and after about 2 hours got ourselves to the ski resort of Gulmarg. We took a pony trek to an abandoned Maharaja palace and ate Kashmiri pulaw (oily fried rice) during the afternoon thunderstorm. The most famous attraction of Gulmarg is the second highest Gondala in the world, reaching 12,300 ft. Unfortunately there was a fatal accident just a few days before we arrived after a tree fell in high winds and snapped the cable so this was closed however. Be aware in Kashmir that you cannot get alcohol at all as it is a dry, Muslim state, and, due to the ongoing dangers there is very little evening entertainment, you need to find somewhere to eat by 8pm and it would certainly be wise to be back in your guesthouse by 9pm each evening. Day 4-8: The most common travel is by shared taxi in a jeep/people carrier and these can be picked up very easily and cheaply from the street. We used this and a bus to reach Pahalgam, and from there travelled to Aru Valley. What we didn't know is that we were arriving at the start of Amarnath Yatra Festival but hadn't arranged passes and were obviously not part of the pilgrimage, so luckily were allowed the skip the mile long security queue to enter the mountain region! From Pahalgam we fancied an adventure, so started hiking the 12km to Aru Valley, however eventually were picked up after 5km when it got dark and a driver got seriously concerned about our stupidity and fate among the black bear population of the mountains (that killed 2 of his sheep the night before)! The following 3 days we completed an incredible 64km hike to Tarsal Lake and back, camping under the stars, washing and drinking from the glacial river, and eating delicious foods prepared by the local shepherds of the valley. It was a challenging but beautiful experience and absolutely incredible to be back hiking in the mountains again! Days 9-11: We hitched a ride back to Srinagar and from there caught various rickshaws and taxis to Sonamarg Valley. This is a small army base and tourist through road with nothing much there but a bed before our next long journey! After much haggling, we eventually got a very good priced ride to Kargil in a Tempo (minibus) which was about 120km and 3 and a half hours. We travelled through Drass, the coldest inhabited place in India and some very remote and deserted villages. In Kargil we had a short lunch stop and time to arrange our next ride. We then got a taxi for the whole aim of our adventure to start with, and after 7 hours across some of the most unusual and barren orange and purple mountains, made it to Leh! Days 12-14: The only thing to do now was of course to rent a Royal Enfield and explore this legendary place. We stumbled upon a strange, local guesthouse to stay pretty cheaply, and found a newsagents who wrote down a list of tourist highlights (remember no internet to google anything!) for us to visit. We saw a modernised and renovated Siravana fort (that looked more like a working defence line than tourist attraction!) Then we visited the Hall of Fame army history museum and war memorial gardens. Next I went to Spituk Gompa, perched on a hilltop overlooking the valley, then onwards back on the curving mountain roads to Magnetic Hill. This place is supposedly one of only two places in the world where the earth repels objects with an opposite magnetic field. Our bikes did not hover as expected, but maybe it's worked for someone else! Then, we rode! For almost 4 hours we sped along unending mountain roads, twisting and turning with the wind. We stopped briefly at The Shey Palace and took the time to meditate with a monk, see a 7 metre high Buddha statue and some amazing wall paintings. We then went on to Cho monastery, where they unveil a special Thanka (artwork) dedicated to Skyoba Giksten Gonbo, once every 15 years (last shown on 2016). The next day, after 2 weeks of bliss, I finally found the foreigners again, and had a lovely afternoon wandering aimlessly among the Tibetan market stalls at the top of Leh town. Day 15: Finally, we took a night Tempo ride back to the hustle of Manali in Himachal Pradesh, but not before crossing the world's second highest motorable point Taglang La, at 17,480 ft, which was lit by a jaw-dropping, fiery sunset in the clouds. It was an unbelievable experience to travel in such authentic cities and beautiful mountains, and I hope more than anything that I can go back in the not too distant future with more cameras and knowledge, to get to know the people better and help document their story. Food -
It's the one thing that binds the human race, and indeed every living thing together. Physically required and socially enjoyed the world over, it's crucial and life-sustaining. It's interesting to see how perceptions of food vary all over the world, and I've been fortunate enough to have some amazing first hand experiences of the similarities and differences of how it affects people of many races, religions, economic classes and ages. The Muslim community have just celebrated the end of Ramadan, after a month of daylight fasting and consumption abstinence. I salute the projected 1.6 billion Muslims around the world who complete this feat for the purposes of their religion; it is of course a great physical challenge as well as mental. In many Muslim majority countries, work rates slow and heat rises, however it is important to remember it may also fuel an undertone to an unhealthy state, for example through eating disorders, as I read about in a Vice - broadly.vice.com/en_us/article/4xkkdn/the-unspoken-challenges-of-having-an-eating-disorder-during-ramadan The regularity of my own stomach grumbles and incessant desire to clear my whole plate no matter how full I am, has reminded me of not only how great it is to have the opportunity to try so many different cuisines, but also how much food is used as a mechanism for socialisation, be it as an icebreaker when meeting new people, to celebrating romance, births, deaths as well as breaking up a mundane office meeting! I guess it's a bit like the great British saying that 'theres nothing that can't be fixed without a good cup of tea and a biscuit'. I wanted to note some of my own personal examples of how food is shared around the world and the impressions it's made on me:
Im sure you've all been to a friend's house, a different country, or just another supermarket, and craved something you just couldn't have! It's quite a common question to find out what foods people miss as travellers, and there's usually always something! Personally, I find that I usually get a 'western food craving' about once every 6 weeks, and go on a determined pizza hunt to satisfy this! Some common elusive western foods I think are mashed potato & cheese - appearing like gold dust on random desert islands (e.g. brie & mash on tiny Kapas Island!), and brown bread without kilos of sugar preservatives in (I guess originating when many hot countries didn't have, and often still don't, have a fridge in their family home). Shout out to the best brown bread I've found so far in Asia though, at the French-run Kahuna Club in Unawatuna, south Sri Lanka. Finally and perhaps most crucially, don't ever be fooled into thinking travelling with make you skinny, where is the salad? A 'salad' in India usually consists of a plate of raw onions, and perhaps a few wilted leaves included if you opt for a 'green salad'. So you see, food really does help us communicate, reminisce, and develop relationships around the world. It unites us and divides us (with arguments of vegetarianism, palm oil, food miles, soya plant deforestation etc). For me now though, I'm reminiscing of a big juicy veg burger and slightly melted but prized kinder Bueno I found at a 7/11 in a bus station in Malaysia, because nothing is worse than being hangry hey! |
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