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Temperatures inside London Tube trains have climbed above government guidelines for safely transporting livestock.
[Image: Flickr/JD]

Ha, another reason not to miss London transport.

thisiscitylab:

Temperatures inside London Tube trains have climbed above government guidelines for safely transporting livestock.

[Image: Flickr/JD]

Ha, another reason not to miss London transport.

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"My definition of the good life includes…
My definition of the good life includes freedom. The freedom to do what I want to do, and the freedom not to do what I don’t want to do. This could be a problem if I wanted to be really destructive or harmful, but that’s not really what I mean. I mean things like sleeping for an extra hour instead of wrenching myself out of bed, or being able to get up and go for a walk rather than being obliged to sit still in a classroom. The good life includes living by my daily schedule instead of someone else’s.
For me the good life also includes being able to do things and go places without huge crowds of people. In the good life I would never have to go anywhere with more than fifty people. Unless, of course, I wanted to. The good life includes having a full collection of everything the Beatles recorded, and the time to listen to it. The good life is living near an extremely well-stocked video store, without living in a city. My good life includes the friends I have and the friends I will make, and also, to a certain extent, my immediate family. The good life is living in a comfortable house that stays clean, and being surrounded by natural beauty."

— Some pearls of wisdom from an old school assignment written by my 17 year old self at the beginning of grade 12. Still working on not ever having to do anything I don’t want to..sadly I was in for a bit of a shock about what adult life actually means. But thank god the Internet happened..movies galore! I find I want a much more limited amount of the Beatles in my life now though. As for the crowds thing…hmm, perhaps living in several of the world’s most populated cities was ill-advised? It turns out though that I’m much more of a city-lover than I ever thought I could be at 17. I still love natural beauty though, and I’m happy I’m able to come home every summer to experience and snoop through my old journals from the past.

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I have been jogging, gone for a swim in the river, and eaten cake all before 10 am. I like how my day is shaping up.

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I could try all the spas in the world, but I’m not convinced that anything would make my skin feel as smooth and soft as it does after a swim in a Nova Scotian river.

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My visa issuance number has arrived on time, so now I can actually breath for the rest of my time in Nova Scotia instead of worrying about it. And relax I shall…it has been pretty darn uneventful here, but that’s kind of the way I like it. The big exciting plan for today is to go and pick heaps of tea roses for my friend’s sister-in-law’s wedding and to go get a haircut. Non-stop thrills!

I found out that my class next year will have upwards of 25 kids, and at least one serious behaviour case. It will be a very long year I think. I’m trying to focus on the positives though: I will be living somewhere that suits me, and so far all of the staff that I’ve been in email contact with have come across as supportive and friendly. It’s going to be a year of growth, certainly, even if that comes with a lot of bellyaching on my part. 

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I know I was whinging so much about how I was going to miss my daily mangosteens and passion fruits and mangoes, but I am eating a nectarine for breakfast, and it is blowing my mind. Isn’t fruit just the best, no matter what kind?

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Woke at 6:00, ate a homemade chocolate chip cookie and a grapefruit for breakfast, went back to sleep again for three hours, and now feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. But I don’t have anywhere I need to be today and the birds are chirping and the sun is shining, so everything is wonderful.

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Deliriously live blogging my jet-lagged layover and sharing some of the First things that I always forget about Canada and remember as soon as I get to the airport:

-bottles of water only come in size humongo and cost as much as a lunch would in the place I’ve come from (even London or Tokyo).

-the walls of bathroom stalls don’t reach the floor and there are huge gaping spaces in the door that leave me feeling like I’m using a communal toilet.

-so many people are wearing sweatpants. And plaid. Sometimes both.

These are all things that I’m being a little snot about, but there are good things too. For once nobody at customs was a dick to me this time, and once you get past those guys everyone is so darned friendly. And there is Timmy’s, and I can chit chat with anyone I want to. Yay, Canada.

Argh, I just want to get on this next flight.

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I got bumped to business class for my 13 hour flight. Fully reclining seat, delicious foods, it was everything I’d ever dreamed of. The relatively comfortable flight combined with the shower I had before getting on means that I feel like less of a slime ball than I would normally be feeling right now. Just four more hours and hen a two hour flight and then a two hour drive and I’ll be home.

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Vommed on my first flight, barely slept at all and arrived at Incheon at 5am feeling like a quivering bag of crap. Have since had a little nap, a free shower and some brekkie and feel like a new woman, though surely this 13 hour haul to Toronto will take care of that. Boy though, I am thankful for that shower. This airport is a luxury palace.

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Bumming around in my neighborhood cafe that plays all the nineties hits for the last time. It’s been an emotional day and a half. First Chef and I had one final major miscommunication/disagreement that led to him removing me from his Facebook. As a symbolic move towards truly letting go of things, I think it’s the best thing for both of us right now. We just cannot seem to maintain a civil relationship any more, and I know I’m really tired of the emotional turmoil.

I had a great last day with my class. We played games, watched movies, drew pictures, did one final messy science experiment, and went to the teaching cafe next door for ice cream. They were adorable and gave me homemade cards and rainbow loom bracelets and hand picked flowers and I was a mess at three o’clock when it was time to say goodbye. Teaching comes with plenty of bullshit, but really it’s getting to know these kids so well an caring about them so much and then having to let them go on their way that is the hardest part.

After work I went for one last happy hour at our favorite beach bar, followed by Thai food and dancing to a live band at the cowboy bar. I was exhausted by then but my friends refused to let anyone go home until they played their request. Finally the band started up with “leeeeaving, on a jet plane!” and I instantly started weeping. Everyone was dancing and hugging and I was wiping tears the whole song. Absolutely one of the bed send offs I’ve ever had. I headed home after that, sniffling in the taxi all the way and falling fast asleep as soon as I got into bed.

Today I’ve had my last swim in the sea, now my last coffee. I’ll finish packing, chill out for awhile, drop of my best frenemy, my motorbike, to Chef’s aunties, and head to the airport tonight for my evening flight. I’m super bummed about leaving, but boy am I excited to spend some time with my friends and family and to not be sweaty every time I walk outside of air conditioning. Nova Scotia ho!

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Woke up in the night with an upset mind and an upset tummy, and lay awake for over an hour groaning and feeling sorry for myself. Massive cheesy chicken burrito after yoga was a mistake, obviously. 

Today is my last day with the kiddoes. We will play games and watch movies all day, I’ll take them for ice cream in the afternoon, and then at three o’clock my heart will break. If my class next year is only a fraction as nice as this one has been I will consider myself lucky.

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Flatmate (my personal saviour last year) sent me a text the other day reminiscing about an adventure we shared together a few years ago. Being the horrible person that I am, I thoroughly appreciated her message but forgot to ever reply.

Why am I so awful at maintaining long distance friendships?…

I feel like I can too easily relate to that kind of sadness. Leaving Vietnam in two days, and about to say goodbye to some truly stellar friends=the worst.

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Happy July 4th to American coworker hosting Friday night bbq party and all Americans in general! Meanwhile my passport is stuck in Hanoi for stupid reasons, and I leave the county in one week. Staying calm about this and tomorrow will attempt a final market visit to haggle for fabric, a kitchen knife and some coffee.

Beginning to think about packing pretty much constantly but have yet to do any unless you count hauling my suitcases out of the cupboard and looking at them.