yet again.
mis-adventure indeed. shall i re-cap? okay ... but only since you've asked!
so, it all started when i moved to the UK due to an opportunity through work. arrived and only lasted 5 days with an OCD infected, neurotic woman as a housemate. off i go, hotel bound for a couple of nights after which i moved in with an acquaintance who had extra room in his house. thankfully his only demise was that he liked to walk around half naked ...
which wasn't such a bad thing ;o) only looked - that couldn't be helped - he was parading around!
i digress ... so i found a lovely apartment that could house myself and all of my sports gear after a couple of weeks and moved in. neighbour turns out to be a raving lunatic who cannot control his tourette's syndrome nor his multiple personalities.
i break my arm just biking around town having to navigate on the opposite side of the road. doh! the cursed bike was stolen from my second floor balcony about a month ago. which made me feel slightly ripped off! i know that the bike was nothing but agony for me but i would've liked some cash for it at the very least!
so, off i go to look for another apartment. i found one closer to work but more expensive. at this point i just wanted something normal! i move in. all is good. it's a 10 minute walk into work if i take the time to smell the flowers along the way.
tried to buy a mini cooper - many times - but no success. ditch flirtatious car salesman and presto (!) buy a mini cooper (2006 park lane) from a lovely saleswoman that did the job within 24 hrs vs 3+ months.
traveled to: pamplona, munich, luxembourg, all around the UK to play ultimate frisbee, viareggio, pisa, florence, lucca, back home, johannesburg, cape town, and alpe d'huez.
in the meantime, i've had a few visitors from home stop by, the most recent being a wicked 11 day visit with my sister (Fran). we had such an awesome time!
work (sigh). what can i say? they move me all the way to the UK and then don't know what to do with me when i get here. folks, this is what broke the proverbial camel's back. it's been a year and a bit and i've had enough.
so what did i do?
i quit.
that's right. i quit. i gave my notice (mandatory 4 wks) and am leaving UK (pronounced 'uck' at this point in time). it's not that i have hated being here, it's been an interesting experience but it's time to move on.
so here i go ... again.
instead of heading back home, i've decided to take a rather extended leave (although, i'm not allowed more than 9 months according to my lovely sister) back to malawi ... back to kayak africa.
apparently things have changed from the last time i was there. the village now has electricity, which means better access to the internet. although i'll probably be spending most of my time on mumbo island, or on top of the baobab tree on domwe ...
so folks, i'll be in touch :o)
