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My first three lessons. (What an uninspiring title)

Power cuts.

My very first adventure-lesson thing on this blog just happened to be a Power-cut.

Now if you’ve never heard of them, you are blessed indeed but to those of us living in tropical islands in the Indian Ocean (Look up Sri Lanka why don’t you?), they are kind of normal. 212 more words


Welcome to snow

After leaving Canada a week ago I’ve arrived in Dushanbe and into the house where I’ll be living for the next 9 months. I want you to take all the assumed notions of my lifestyle with MSFand throw them out the window because I know I did. 1,676 more words



My loathing of alarms will never be abated. Alarm clocks, smoke alarms, the fire alarm at work, the oven timer. However, it is the domestic burglar alarm that I hate with a passion, which, if harnessed, would be enough to provide power to my sleepy locale until the end of days. 807 more words


Fading Daylight

Into the second day of power cuts, I sat in my living room watching daylight gradually fade into darkness. The boys had gone to bed armed with torches and lanterns, whereas I had gathered every available candle (which turned out to be a lot!) to light the lounge. 296 more words



That’s pronounce jib-in if you were wondering…. Excuse the less than quality photos.. Tom took them. Anyway, gib is going up. Stoked. Not so stoked that the guys can only do as much gibbing as the batteries on their drills allow them. 10 more words


When you arrive in a new city, in as much as you need to find friends, it is my staunch belief that you have not truly found your groove until you’ve made your first enemy. 839 more words

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