Comments on: World Cups I have known and loved: 1994 http://www.livingfordisco.com/2006/06/15/world-cups-i-have-known-and-loved-1994/ Sun, 11 Dec 2011 03:31:33 +0000 hourly 1 By: Rachie http://www.livingfordisco.com/2006/06/15/world-cups-i-have-known-and-loved-1994/comment-page-1/#comment-112 Rachie Mon, 26 Jun 2006 14:32:53 +0000 http://www.livingfordisco.com/2006/06/15/world-cups-i-have-known-and-loved-1994/#comment-112 Ria - exactly. Yuk. Maciek - I look forward to hearing about that! Given my fear of flying, I think I'll need a beer to stomach it! Ria – exactly. Yuk.

Maciek – I look forward to hearing about that! Given my fear of flying, I think I’ll need a beer to stomach it!

]]> By: Maciek http://www.livingfordisco.com/2006/06/15/world-cups-i-have-known-and-loved-1994/comment-page-1/#comment-100 Maciek Sat, 17 Jun 2006 17:46:05 +0000 http://www.livingfordisco.com/2006/06/15/world-cups-i-have-known-and-loved-1994/#comment-100 I'd love to tell you about my trip to Kazahstan on Aeroflot in 1990, yest that was the time when they've realised that they didn't actually know how many airplanes they own and which ones are currently flying... However it'll have to be over a beer: I couldn't possibly write like you. Brilliant! I’d love to tell you about my trip to Kazahstan on Aeroflot in 1990, yest that was the time when they’ve realised that they didn’t actually know how many airplanes they own and which ones are currently flying… However it’ll have to be over a beer: I couldn’t possibly write like you. Brilliant!

]]> By: Ria http://www.livingfordisco.com/2006/06/15/world-cups-i-have-known-and-loved-1994/comment-page-1/#comment-99 Ria Sat, 17 Jun 2006 15:55:28 +0000 http://www.livingfordisco.com/2006/06/15/world-cups-i-have-known-and-loved-1994/#comment-99 Mmmm ... durian ... like eating strawberry blancmange on the toilet. Mmmm … durian … like eating strawberry blancmange on the toilet.

]]> By: Katharine Robinson http://www.livingfordisco.com/2006/06/15/world-cups-i-have-known-and-loved-1994/comment-page-1/#comment-94 Katharine Robinson Fri, 16 Jun 2006 08:56:57 +0000 http://www.livingfordisco.com/2006/06/15/world-cups-i-have-known-and-loved-1994/#comment-94 Hhhhmmmm, 1994. This makes me feel like a kid but I was actually in year 10 at school, being pumped full of useful facts relating to GCSE exams. Other than that I had a crap summer job, being paid £1 an hour to shred documents at an accountants - very dodgy don't you think! I wasn't being paid enough to think so I couldn't tell you what I was shredding but I'm sure they wouldn't be allowed to get away with such things now given Enron escapades. Your trip sounds just like a couple of my recent trips. Firstly, West Africa then Japan. I'd booked on an overland trip in West Africa and was meant to be met in Acrra airport. I'd booked a flight from London to Amsterdam and onward to Accra. Fog prevented us taking off from London on time so I arrived at Amsterdam having missed my connection. They decided to divert me via Beirut (!!) so I flew London-Amsterdam-Beirut-Kano-Accra. It took about 30 hours and I hadn't slept for about 48 hours for fear I'd get abandoned somewhere along the way. I arrived in Accra at 8am, dazed, tired and sweaty. I changed about 20 euros in the arrivals lounge and received a 4" think wadge of cedis which I then tried to distribute about my person - I ended up looking pretty fat. I left arrivals and was immediately grabbed by a mass of sweaty, black men trying to get me to take their cab. I picked a random individual, taking a 1 hour drive to the hotel meeting point. If you've ever been to Ghana you'll knw there are no road signs, markings or indeed traffic rules so I just had to pray I wasn't being taken off for some voodoo ritual. Tankfully all was OK and I arrived 1/2 hour before the group were meant to leave for the first leg of the trip. Any later and I've have been stranded in Accra, alone for 4 days until they returned - not a good thought. Japan was another story. My flight was fine and I arrived in Tokyo airport fine and dandy BUT annoyingly my luggage had been left behind. Being an inexperienced traveller at this point I'd chosen to wear my walking boots (needed for Fugi climb) to travel in as I couldn't figure how to pack them and I was also wearing trousers. However, this was Japan in August and it was baking. I had no other clothes with me and so I was forced to go shopping. Unfortunately I am about size 16 and well over 5ft 9" so you can imagine how easy finding clothes for me in Tokyo was, even underpants were unavailable. It didn't help that I couldn't read the labels in characters. In the end I picked the biggest T-shirt and pants I could find in Uniqlo and just suffered with my inappropriate shoes. My luggage arrived 2 days later but I learnt alot. Both experiences have shaped my life in so many ways! Hhhhmmmm, 1994. This makes me feel like a kid but I was actually in year 10 at school, being pumped full of useful facts relating to GCSE exams. Other than that I had a crap summer job, being paid £1 an hour to shred documents at an accountants – very dodgy don’t you think! I wasn’t being paid enough to think so I couldn’t tell you what I was shredding but I’m sure they wouldn’t be allowed to get away with such things now given Enron escapades.

Your trip sounds just like a couple of my recent trips. Firstly, West Africa then Japan.

I’d booked on an overland trip in West Africa and was meant to be met in Acrra airport. I’d booked a flight from London to Amsterdam and onward to Accra. Fog prevented us taking off from London on time so I arrived at Amsterdam having missed my connection. They decided to divert me via Beirut (!!) so I flew London-Amsterdam-Beirut-Kano-Accra. It took about 30 hours and I hadn’t slept for about 48 hours for fear I’d get abandoned somewhere along the way. I arrived in Accra at 8am, dazed, tired and sweaty. I changed about 20 euros in the arrivals lounge and received a 4″ think wadge of cedis which I then tried to distribute about my person – I ended up looking pretty fat. I left arrivals and was immediately grabbed by a mass of sweaty, black men trying to get me to take their cab. I picked a random individual, taking a 1 hour drive to the hotel meeting point. If you’ve ever been to Ghana you’ll knw there are no road signs, markings or indeed traffic rules so I just had to pray I wasn’t being taken off for some voodoo ritual. Tankfully all was OK and I arrived 1/2 hour before the group were meant to leave for the first leg of the trip. Any later and I’ve have been stranded in Accra, alone for 4 days until they returned – not a good thought.

Japan was another story. My flight was fine and I arrived in Tokyo airport fine and dandy BUT annoyingly my luggage had been left behind. Being an inexperienced traveller at this point I’d chosen to wear my walking boots (needed for Fugi climb) to travel in as I couldn’t figure how to pack them and I was also wearing trousers. However, this was Japan in August and it was baking. I had no other clothes with me and so I was forced to go shopping. Unfortunately I am about size 16 and well over 5ft 9″ so you can imagine how easy finding clothes for me in Tokyo was, even underpants were unavailable. It didn’t help that I couldn’t read the labels in characters. In the end I picked the biggest T-shirt and pants I could find in Uniqlo and just suffered with my inappropriate shoes. My luggage arrived 2 days later but I learnt alot.

Both experiences have shaped my life in so many ways!

]]> By: Dom http://www.livingfordisco.com/2006/06/15/world-cups-i-have-known-and-loved-1994/comment-page-1/#comment-93 Dom Fri, 16 Jun 2006 07:51:05 +0000 http://www.livingfordisco.com/2006/06/15/world-cups-i-have-known-and-loved-1994/#comment-93 Great stuff Rachel. Reminds me of the feeling of arriving in the chaos of delhi train station in 1993. But in 1994, I was starting to go slightly insane - after a fantastic 6 months travelling around India, I came back home to work in a call centre and live with my parents. Great stuff Rachel. Reminds me of the feeling of arriving in the chaos of delhi train station in 1993. But in 1994, I was starting to go slightly insane – after a fantastic 6 months travelling around India, I came back home to work in a call centre and live with my parents.

]]> By: Rachie http://www.livingfordisco.com/2006/06/15/world-cups-i-have-known-and-loved-1994/comment-page-1/#comment-92 Rachie Fri, 16 Jun 2006 07:45:45 +0000 http://www.livingfordisco.com/2006/06/15/world-cups-i-have-known-and-loved-1994/#comment-92 Zenta - thanks! The nursing degree sounds like a great idea - good luck with it. Doing that overseas would be doubly exciting. Balti-face, you old dog. Glad you like it - I also think it an improvement. The bottle-opener was indeed Phil - her teeth hurt like hell the next morning. I think that's when she decided to give it up. Mel - thanks for sending the parcel - I didn't know VSO left you stranded in Jakarta! Bloody hell, they're a bit crap. Glad you like the writing! XX Zenta – thanks! The nursing degree sounds like a great idea – good luck with it. Doing that overseas would be doubly exciting.

Balti-face, you old dog. Glad you like it – I also think it an improvement. The bottle-opener was indeed Phil – her teeth hurt like hell the next morning. I think that’s when she decided to give it up.

Mel – thanks for sending the parcel – I didn’t know VSO left you stranded in Jakarta! Bloody hell, they’re a bit crap. Glad you like the writing! XX

]]> By: Balti-face http://www.livingfordisco.com/2006/06/15/world-cups-i-have-known-and-loved-1994/comment-page-1/#comment-91 Balti-face Thu, 15 Jun 2006 19:48:05 +0000 http://www.livingfordisco.com/2006/06/15/world-cups-i-have-known-and-loved-1994/#comment-91 nearly forgot, 94 - in malaysia, having been met at the airport by you. What a year, what a balti-faced twat. I never did like Anchor. nearly forgot, 94 – in malaysia, having been met at the airport by you. What a year, what a balti-faced twat. I never did like Anchor.

]]> By: mel http://www.livingfordisco.com/2006/06/15/world-cups-i-have-known-and-loved-1994/comment-page-1/#comment-90 mel Thu, 15 Jun 2006 19:27:59 +0000 http://www.livingfordisco.com/2006/06/15/world-cups-i-have-known-and-loved-1994/#comment-90 oh rach, you really must consider writing a novel - this is amazing stuff, and must strike a chord with anyone who's had that moment of panic and awe in a new country. jakarta airport. 1999. sticky, humid, and no vso programme office to meet me as promised. wrong phone number, no rupiah, and enough parcels for volunteers to merit a small donkey... 1994? squarely revising for my finals in sunny cambridge, chain-smoking, strong coffee and a diet of ready salted crisps with mayonnaise. it passed me by i'm afraid.. mx parcel in post - fingers crossed it gets to you safely oh rach, you really must consider writing a novel – this is amazing stuff, and must strike a chord with anyone who’s had that moment of panic and awe in a new country. jakarta airport. 1999. sticky, humid, and no vso programme office to meet me as promised. wrong phone number, no rupiah, and enough parcels for volunteers to merit a small donkey… 1994? squarely revising for my finals in sunny cambridge, chain-smoking, strong coffee and a diet of ready salted crisps with mayonnaise. it passed me by i’m afraid.. mx parcel in post – fingers crossed it gets to you safely

]]> By: Balti-face http://www.livingfordisco.com/2006/06/15/world-cups-i-have-known-and-loved-1994/comment-page-1/#comment-89 Balti-face Thu, 15 Jun 2006 19:15:35 +0000 http://www.livingfordisco.com/2006/06/15/world-cups-i-have-known-and-loved-1994/#comment-89 What an excellent bit of writing! Love the way the story evolves from previously. Really liked it. Hmm, sweat trickling between your breasts. Is this an attempt to turn this into a porn-blog, or can we be middle-class and call it erotica? Who was the bottle opener (theres a link somewhere there to that twat in Thailand, or perhaps simply Patpong)? Phil? I do wonder what game you were watching. perhaps several bottles of anchors make Russians look Japanese ... What an excellent bit of writing! Love the way the story evolves from previously. Really liked it. Hmm, sweat trickling between your breasts. Is this an attempt to turn this into a porn-blog, or can we be middle-class and call it erotica? Who was the bottle opener (theres a link somewhere there to that twat in Thailand, or perhaps simply Patpong)? Phil? I do wonder what game you were watching. perhaps several bottles of anchors make Russians look Japanese …

]]> By: Zenta http://www.livingfordisco.com/2006/06/15/world-cups-i-have-known-and-loved-1994/comment-page-1/#comment-88 Zenta Thu, 15 Jun 2006 18:09:59 +0000 http://www.livingfordisco.com/2006/06/15/world-cups-i-have-known-and-loved-1994/#comment-88 Ah. Mah. Gahd. I *love* that feeling, and you have captured perfectly how it is for me, too. Man. That feeling is one of the main reasons I am going back to Uni to get my nursing degree - so that I may find myself lost in completely foreign situations on a regular basis whilst working as a volunteer/travel nurse, and so that I may see of what stuff I am made. This post fans all the feelings about the reasons I have given up work in film and TV to fulfil this ambition. You, Rachie (not that we've been properly introduced), are good. Hmm...'94...hmmm...I daresay I was working as a P.A. at a teeny godawful film production company in Santa Monica. Good times. Hurl. Ah. Mah. Gahd.
I *love* that feeling, and you have captured perfectly how it is for me, too. Man. That feeling is one of the main reasons I am going back to Uni to get my nursing degree – so that I may find myself lost in completely foreign situations on a regular basis whilst working as a volunteer/travel nurse, and so that I may see of what stuff I am made. This post fans all the feelings about the reasons I have given up work in film and TV to fulfil this ambition.

You, Rachie (not that we’ve been properly introduced), are good.

Hmm…’94…hmmm…I daresay I was working as a P.A. at a teeny godawful film production company in Santa Monica. Good times. Hurl.

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