Paint the air purple

Saturday, January 06, 2007

hello from dalat

so.... busy we have been....

just a quick note:

yes, we are alive

no, we do not have food poisoning

maybe, we willl later.

kidding.

our day in mui ne on a perso9nalised jeep tour to see red sand dune canyons etc... and go sand sledding on the dunes.

we are in a ghost town of dalat where they have good vegetables and a big lake. highlight is that we rode an elephant through a stream, up a hill and onto the highway, with trucks going by.

tomorrow we are bussing to nha trang, by the beach, apaprently like a surfers paradise.

anyway, gotta go. time up.

love you all, amy

Monday, January 01, 2007

hello from vietnam

hello there!!!

we are in vietnam and living it up, going to restaurants for all meals andstaying in a nicehotel with a view ofthe city from the restaurant at the top ofthe hotel.

we have been cycled around the city (in a chariotwith a vietnamese guy pedalling us), been to a few markets ( i bought armani sunglasses for $11 US!!!). yesterday we went to the cao dai temple (very bright and amazing.they had a service there which we watched from above - a hundred vietnamese in their white robes praying to the music of big donger bells and strange violins. then we went to the cu chi tunnels costructed by the viet cong. we got to gothrough the narrow dark tunnels, and i got to fire fivebullets from a real AK47. which was loud and amazing. elle's a pacifist though and refused to, but i thought it was a good experience.

its just like the movies here - lots of motorbikes on the streets and its impossible to cross. they all wear masks because it is so polluted. lots of beggars and little boys tugging on you for money. everyone is really friendly and keep wishing us a happy new year, then inviting us for a cyclo ride, which, after a bad experience where we werer ripped off, i don't think we will do again. today we are going to benthanh markets, the reunification palace, and the war remnants museum. tomorrow we aregoing tothe mekong deltato see the floating markets and take a boat up the most opolluted river system in the world.

i am not going to forget the smells, sights and sounds of this place. wait until you findyourself in a market selling dried prawns, more clothes than you have ever seen, dried sting rays, jellied eyes etc... i can't wait to get into nature though. mui ne sand dunes and beach resorts here we come!!

oh and we had an excellent new years eve. we wandered the streets, and had dinner in a nice restaurant with a view of the concert stage below us, where there were jazz bands, vietnamese pop singers and break dancers. the atmosphere was insane. so ... alive. very full on. we wereinvited to go to the top of the hotel where there is an open restaurant with a nice view ofthe city, and we were given free drinks and food and were invited to dance with funnyvietnamese boys to bad music. it was so funny. then we met a guy who was american but working asa fish farmer in the phillipines, and he couldn't believe wecall them fish fingers not fish sticks.he was hilarious.

havingan amazingly good time. this place is the biggest cultural change ever, but we haven't freaked out yet.

see you all in a month!!

love amy and elle

Sunday, December 03, 2006

last week in england

Thought that i should actually get out and do something - despite the disgusting weather - i don't think i could live in england - its a bit dull because of the weather, and it sort of infiltrates everything like a bad smell.

But on saturday i ventured back into london, and actually went inside St Pauls Cathedral. it was amazing... the dome roof is one of the biggest in the world - and the paintwork and plasterwork was extraordinary - all the gold finishes and statues and latin and ah!! i sat and stared at it for fifteen minutes straight.

then you look down through the knave at even more gold finishes on the seats and the altar. its indescribable.

there are so many famous people buried in the crypt:

Alexxander fleming (penicillin man), horatio nelson (the reason why the english don't speak french), william blake (the writer whose photo i used to stare at in English at school), christopher wren (town builder and architect and planner after the great fire of 1666), william turner (can't remember - NOT the pirates of the caribbean character though), florence nightingale (pioneer of nursing), arthur duke of wellington, joshua reynolds, william hunt, lawrence of arabia...

Then i climbed the hundreds of stairs up to the whispering galleries, where you can stare down at what you were looking at before - the dome. the people were so small.

then i climbed evenfurther and went outside and got a 360 degree view of london, seeing the thames snaking through the clutter of modern and old buildings, red double decker buses and lots of people.

After that i caught a series of tubes to the Imperial War Museum, and i spent 6 hours there until it got dark and time for tea. the holocaust section, in which i spent two hours, was gruesome but fascinating. they had clothing and shoes and stuff from the people at Auschwitz, copies of Hitlers' Mein Kampf, and thousands of letters, guns, and gas pellet cans. worst of all was the footage, illegal to be shown to the public for private use - the mass graves and bodies being bulldozed , literally into the graves. it felt alot closer to home than just reading or hearing about it.

they also had a Crimes Against Humanity video, which also had some awful footage, but was very powerful, discussing whether any justification exists for genocide, and how genocide aims at creating a utopia.

Anyway, my week at work went very quickly, despite also doing two mornings and an evening in residential. my best day was wednesday, when Victoria was hysterical. we put her in her standing frame after physio, which normally knocks it all out of her, but she was crazier than ever. afterwards, sitting in class, we were talking about what we had done today which was healthy. i said "victoria, did you go in your standing frame, yes or no." and she signed yes and straightened up, head up, looking very proud and cocky. and thought it was the funniest thing ever. every time we said "standing" she would do the 'cocky sit.' We were playing with stuffed animals in french, and we had fun with the dancing rooster, and the monkey, which i gave to victoria and we were playing with it and i was making the monkey kiss victoria and i said "kiss it" and she kissed it. very cute. i love it when she is so responsive like that. that lesson a three year old girl came in to see teh school, and she was frighteningly dysmorphic in her face, but she started laughing when we played the chicken, which was very heart-warming.

Daryl had another hissy fit, this time sitting naked and shouting in the playground - in november!!!!!

In the evening when i was working, we went to the ball pool and had a lot of fun with jynne, amy kennedy and daryl. they are so brave. daryl launched himself off a platform onto a giant ball and fell off it. it was fun being buried in the ball pool and stuff.

On Friday, my last day, Victoria was sick, so I had to work with Fiona, glad that I was at least in my normal class. It was a shame though because I didn’t get to say goodbye to Vicky, who I have really bonded with in the last week.

In music we had fun dancing around, and I was spinning Fiona around in her chair in circles and did it so fast she did a side wheelie – awesome. They gave me a package of moento’s – drawings which the kids did, a card, and some brilliant B&W A4 photos of the girls.

That afternoon we got to the pub at 3pm and i was a bit apprehensive, thinking, geez, the English do anything for a piss-up. It was fun though – I mainly talked to carrie, but also to jay, mark and Mr Todd and Karen. It was interesting what they were saying about the kids, and I hadn’t realised it before but a lot of the kids have degenerative conditions and won’t be there in ten years time. Its disheartening that they should be cursed with such a life. Like, apparently fiona’s family went on a ‘normal’ holiday for two weeks, putting their two disabled kids in respite care and lying about it.

Anyway, I felt a bit funny that night, getting home early (9pm ish) and falling asleep but then waking up really early at 2am thinking it was morning, so I sent an email or two, had a shower etc… it was so weird.

On Saturday I went to the school fair, then headed into town to see Madame Tusauds – a real kitsch tourist drag-in. waited in line for over an hour, paid a packet, and then got in there and realisefd that going alone was not good because I didn’t have anyone to take photos of the stars for me. I did get some though, eg the Queen and Royal Family, Johnny depp and orlando bloom, and Julia Roberts. They are totally amazing how realistic they were.

I had the most frightening experience too, in the Chamber of Horrors Live! Exhibition, where you walked through a dark execution and prison scene with waxworks of dead people and criminals, and real live actors. You weren’t allowed to touch them, but they came EXTREMELY close to you out of the dark corners and made a clicking noise and scared the life out of you. I was screaming, but everyone else was. Hands reaching out to touch you from the prison bars, demented prisoners , face covered in blood jumping around your heels and then retreating into the shadows. Also saw a wax work of the Dracula, and of marie antoinettes head and the very guillotine blade that did it.

Then walked down oxford street, buying kitsch but necessary souvenirs such as London umbrellas.

It was magical – one of those moments of travelling, where you realise that you have got yourself there.

Imagine:

Thousands of people pounding the pavements doing Christmas shopping on Oxford street. Buskers ringing out tunes on the saxophones and bongos, whole building facades covered in colourful but tasteful lights. Strings of black cabs and red double decker buses and men riding minipedicabs (bicycle carts), ringing their bells looking for service. I leant on a rail outside the oxford circus tube, a main intersection, and watched the hustle and bustle. It was cold but beautiful. Met Emily in the madness and we walked through the back streets of soho looking for a nice restaurant for a late night dinner. We accidently stumbled across the gay sex district. You’d think the dvd shop windows and the G-A-Y bar and the pink glow resonating down the cobblestoned streets would have at least given it away. It was funny.

We ended up having a beautiful Japanese meal in a basement restaurant, talking non-stop until we finished at 10:30pm with green tea ice-cream. We then walked to the nearest tube, again realising just how diverse this area is in terms of types of people.

The next day I slept in, made and received some phone calls, and then went to the Russian fair in wimbledon village. It was biting cold, windy, and ethan and jonathan looked cute all wrapped up. They had carol singers, carousels, an ice tree, and a stage for Russian dancing and a Russian fashion show. Another ‘moment’ of English? culture. Im glad that I have been able to experience the English Christmas season and will see Europe xmas aswell.

The next day I just packed and cleaned and organised myself in general.

Hi ho, hi ho, its off to Europe I go. First stop , Amsterdam.

Friday, November 24, 2006

my week

one of the staff at work is from australia and is leaving to go home tomorrow. everyone organised to go to the 'lemonade shop' after work (ie the Garage - a smoky english pub). i said "maybe" to an invitation. without any intention of actually going.

i feel like a loner sometimes, because everyone i work with, even though, granted, they are 5 years minimum average older than me, goes out to the pub and 'has a good time.' it wouldn't matter if i was drinking lemonade, i just don't like that scene. even if it was with friends i have known for a long time, i still wouldn't like it - you stink of smoke, have to shout conversations, pretend that those awkward moments of silence never existed, pretend that being around drunk people is fun.

there is nothing wrong with rather spending the afternoon walking home in the drizzly rain and watching the people in the park, running, walking their babies in prams, dads coaching their five year old sons football... i am more a reflective kind of person. i would rather play trivial pursuit, read a book, sit and watch. but even though i know there is nothing wrong with that, its hard to ignore the fact that your idea of fun is a lot different to the 'others.' oh well. its not like i care, but i hate feeling like someone would immediately judge me as being 'boring' just because you don't do what the others do. how boring if everyone did the same thing.

My week has been kind of hard. i am quite tired, but apart from working longer hours, i feel like the actual amount of work i've been doing could have been compressed into a day. its tiring just sitting in class waiting your turn to help your child sign their name.

We had swimming on monday. it took an hour to get them changed and into the pool by a series of hoists, and far less time actually IN the pool. but i felt quite good about myself - how many people my age do i know who spent their monday afternoon holding a disabled child to give them some time in the pool. where just the act of feeling the water over their bodies, of letting the water move you, the freedom of movement - is enough.

today, Victoria's old carer who is on holiday called from australia and the kids in the class got to speak to her. it was fascinating watching them with the mobile phone held up to their ear - Ruqaiyah burst into fits of laughter when she heard sams voice without sam actually being there in person. she was in hysterics. fiona, in broken words, managed to say "i miss you sam. and my daddy."

We were using clay to make model chairs in DT. i turned my back on victoria to help amy, after finishing victoria's chair, moving it out of the way etc... When i looked back at victoria, she'd thrown her apron on the floor and had covered the desk and her entire body in clay. of course she thought it was really funny.

I had a long day on wednesday, starting at 8:30am and working until 9pm. then starting work the next day at 7am and the next day the same.

This afternoon i got home and was tackled by 3 five year old boys attacking me with their power rangers. we took them to the christmas fair, rugged up and cold. there was a temporary ice skating rink, a santa etc... - my first winter xmas 'realisation.'

extra or ordinary

Sometimes i feel like i am doing something extraordinary. Every so often, whether it be standing on top of a snowy mountain, gazing up at an ornate cathedral ceiling, or walking down Melrose Avenue, identical terraced houses shrinking into the distance... I realise that i got myself here. My choice, my challenge; its a very personal thing that no-one could have forced me to do. I think about where i was a year ago, who i was a year ago, how much i knew myself, how much i thought i was capable of. I guess i have come a long way.

But then again i look at the people i work with. I realise that i am not really doing anything extraordinary, that i am not the hero i thought i was. there are people who have worked with these kids for so long, and they love them - you can see it so much. i wonder if i was to stay for a few more years, would i be like that? can i stay in the one place for that long. i don't feel like i am doing all i can. i feel like i am not doing enough - that i have gotten out of doing things, if not by my choice, but by practicality, because i am simply not going to be there long enough. I feel that lack of connection with them, and i guess it makes me feel inadequate.

Yesterday i was wheeling my girl Victoria around the playground field, with emily walking beside me. one moment she was talking away and the next moment from the corner of my eye i saw her sieze up, and with a loud bang she fell stiff as a pole straight down, the first thing to hit the ground being her forehead, luckily protected by a helmet she has to wear for that purpose. ten seconds later she'd stopped fitting and was on the ground crying, disorientated, not knowing why she was on the ground, why her hand hurt. i couldn't believe how quickly it happened. It all happened behind the building with no one in site. so i carried her and pushed the wheelchair back to the playground and felt as shaky as she was. It was such a real moment, it wasn't an essay or a sympathetic conversation, it was a first hand experience.

i compare myself to Jay who works with emily. started at linden lodge when she was 17 and is 19 now. she is so mature, seems to know everything about how everything and everyone here works.

Then i feel like i am either being too stupid or too perceptive. I feel like i read into how everyone acts and reacts to everything and everyone, and it makes me very cautious and apprehensive. i guess it shows as being a lack of confidence, or a stupidity in not knowing what to do or the courage to ask.

i guess i am still not as mature as i like to think i have become. that takes years and experiences, not six months of being overseas.

i guess 'extraordinary' is very relative. You could be extraordinary for cooking a new recipe, or you could be extraordinary for taking care of someone with epilepsy. it depends on what you have done and what you have improved about yourself. you can't count yourself as being extraordinary just because you saved fifty more lives at the hospital than your collegue.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

mr bean three wheeled car
typical scottish lingo on sign
scottish view
highest point in scotland

isle of skye

view of isle of skye, north west scotland, from the grassy knoll
james and i infront of Man of Storr
pleat rock
nice view of mountains on isle of skye
a colourful boat on isle of skye

north scotland

the haunted youth hostel: carbisdale castle, north scotland
windscreen view of a scotish avenue
a lonely phone box
loch ness
isle of skye, broadford supermarket - in gaelic

Friday, November 17, 2006

scotland - britannia etc...


me being arty with the britannia's boiler room




The Britannia the royal ship.


The Queens Bedroom aboard the britannia





Pitlochry - Edridour Distillery, the smallest Whisky Distillery in Scotland.



The Wee kiosk, Pitlochry Dam

Two Weeks in November

Two Weeks in November:

(now wouldn’t that make a nice book title…)

The ironic thing is that the busier I am, the less time I have to write. Thank your lucky stars that my social life has gone up a notch in the last fortnight…

Highlights of work:

I have been doing a variety of things –

Did a short course on epilepsy and how to administer two types of medication, including a rectal diazepam which is as nasty as it sounds.

Have been helping with physiotherapy, learning sign language in speech therapy, learning Braille in Literacy.

Memorable moment:
We were in PE, sitting on the mats rolling a ball to each other in a big group. I was sitting behind victoria to keep her sitting upright. After we finished, daryl, who is usually wheelchair bound but we had hoisted him onto the mat, pushed up with his legs and stood with his knees bend 45 degrees and crooked, but standing nevertheless. I can just remember this huge grin spreading across his face, saying “I’M STANDING!! TELL EVERYONE!!”

Of course some kids can be quite unpredictable. The next day I was helping carrie change Ruqaiyah in the loo, and we heard this “NO!! I DON’T WANT TO MOVE!! I HATE GORTON!!!” followed by a long string of swear words, hitting the wall hard and the screams of a 16 year old boy bellowing down the corridor and setting off a chain of screams in the classes down the hall. We heard a thump, and when I looked outside, there was Daryl, sitting naked in the middle of the hallway, three staff at the end of the corridor, looking bewildered.

One weekend in November:

I got a haircut on Friday, and I felt quite out of place – when I asked for water, not wine. Told her I had never really styled my hair before, nor coloured it, nor straightened it. $75 later, she had straightened my hair and cut it, and it felt completely different. She tried to coax me into spending 90 pounds ($230 approx) on a hair straightener.

Went out with Emilie from work to a nice little classy pub in Putney, which she is hoping to get some work at. We sat in the alcove and talked about all civilised things and drank gin and tonic. How very English of us, considering she’s from bondi and im from the blue mountains!!!

The next day I spent with tony and Shirley, and their daughter Nicolas’ family. They live on the road to Twickenham Rugby Stadium, and every Saturday they are plagued by tens of thousands of Rugby supporters swarming up the road. So they set up a stall selling beef baguettes for 3 pounds fifty and make a mint. I came up to help (cut 600 rolls), and so did my second cousin twice removed whom I had never met before, alex (tony and shirleys’ grandson.) He’s 17 but is 6 foot more, has his own band called AndElsie, looks like Michael Kuzma, and is from the generation below me.

After dinner with tony and Shirley at the Café Rouge, we caught the train back to his house, where i went straight to bed, in the nicest bedroom ever – looked like it had come out of a designer magazine with an African theme.

Met the others the next morning – annie, 7, who presented us with her Christmas list, 4 A4 pages long and ranging from a spongebob squarepants bed to a Dr Who telephone. Sebastian, 9, rugby king, Nicholas, 15 and model and actor in the tv series ‘teachers,’ and husband and wife Julia and stewart.

The next day nick and alex took me around Winchester, the ancient capital of England, and we saw the Round Table, which was huge and had the names Lancelot etc… inscribed into the painted oak. Visited the farmers market and had some fudge creams, walked around. Nick and alex were so cynical about it, but they wouldn’t appreciate old buildings as much as we aussies who think a building is old if it reaches a century.

Back at their house we watched Hitchikers Guide to the galaxy and met alex’s best friend, andy, also the lead singer in their band. I couldn’t quite understand how I am disowned if I don’t watch Neighbours and don’t think ramsay street exists, but I am considered cool because I used to be able to name all 150 pokemon in order. They are awesome though. I listened to their album and for an amateur band, they are very good. A mixture of the killers old stuff, modest mouse, the kooks etc…

Went to their gig. It was awesome. Very unamylike – but I enjoyed it. I stood at the front and… well, came out deaf.

scotland photos



street sign on the Royal Mile, the High Street of Edinburgh




a statue, someone having put a witches hat on top, on the Royal Mile



James and I looking cool on the Scotland border



armoury lining the walls of Edinburgh Castle



A cannon in position at edinburgh castle

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

yet again photos!!



tree house at alnwick castle - like peter pans' the lost boys home!!



alwnick castle, home of the duke and dutchess of northumberland and the place where they filmed harry potter quidditch scenes



robin hoods' tree from robine hood, prince of thieves



newcastle united football stadium



newcastle versus fulham match we saw

more photos of north england



james and i posing outside the gate to the poison garden, alnwick gardens, north west england



view of alnwick garden and fountains



james at alnwick garden


me on a stile over Hadrians' Wall, a roman wall built in 21AD crossing nroth england



hadrians wall

photos of north west england


miner boy at beamish open air museum - down a coal shaft



iain and madelines' family and my family at dinner



durham cathedral




durham cathedral aerial view



me infront of the artwork house that some ie james fehon may recognise from sydney MCA