India - Kashmir and being ripped off

So I have to start this off with a bit of a disclaimer. My views of India have been completely biased due to a bunch of charlatans who ripped me off and sold me a grossly overpriced two week tour when I was too tired to think straight. They really took advantage of me and ruined a part of my trip that I had been looking forward to for, well basically my whole life. I'm not going to go into it, but you can see the vid of my feelings that night on YouTube. 

Also feel free to comment something along the lines of 'I'm so sorry to hear that, I hope you're OK', 'the same thing happened to me and it sucks' or 'that's terrible I hope they rot, chin up the rest of your trip will be amazing'. Anyone giving smug advice like 'oh you should always...', '... You need to be careful...' or 'when I was in XX I did...' will be un-friended immediately. I know the advice, but if you've never flown four flights over 24 hours to end up in a foreign town with no idea how to get back, with no access to the Internet trying to make a decision while the only person who can get you back home is shouting at you, then you don't know what it was like, or know how hard it is to put your advice to work.

It started when the information office at the train station and a few others said I had to register with the local government to let them know I was in the area. Perfectly reasonable I thought, I'd done this in Cameroon too. So off I went. 

The local government official was also able to "help" tourists looking to book trips. Given that I had been told to come here by a legitimate source, I thought that this guy was trust worthy. So when he offered to look into trains I thought why not. I'd heard from friends that trains could be tricky and here was a government official who could help. 

He soon told me that the trains were all booked between New Delhi and Agra for the next week due to school holidays. It was only later that I remembered that there is a special allocation for tourists, so the holidays would have minimal impact on a seat for me. 

Tired and confused he then put me on a trip to Kashmir, which looked great from the pictures. The only thing was, he claimed, that they had cheap tickets for the day only as the airline I would have to take had given them a 50% discount due to poor sales. I did want to go to my hostel, but after a lengthy conversation he twisted my mind and I agreed to go. Later I would find out that in five minutes I could find a plane for the same "sale" price. However the dye had been cast and I was on my way. Then they said that the owners son was also going on the same plane and before I knew what was happening I had become his accompanying adult. To say that flight was stressful is a massive understatement. Thankfully nothing went wrong and the boy was picked up by his brother as we got off the plane.

After that I was trapped in Kashmir and all I wanted to do was sleep. My guide said we would go for dinner and before I knew it I was sitting in front of another tour operator who was shoving bits of paper in my face and shouting at me. Eventually, knowing that I had no choice, as I was very firmly in the trap and having not slept in over 24 hours, I agreed to more bookings that would cover the rest of my trip. 

At this point I well and truly hated India. I tried to be open minded. After all I'd paid so much (I'm not going into numbers), I should bloody well enjoy it. 

The first three days were in Kashmir on a "luxury" river boat. If I hadn't been ripped off I wouldn't have minded that the Internet I was promised kept failing, or that the electricity went out, or the pervasive smell of stagnant water that went down into my throat, but rather shrugged it off as part o the experience, however I HAD been ripped off...

Day one was full of mediocre experiences. I went with a guide on a paddle boat cruise around the local area, which wasn't full of lotuses as described, but rather a stagnant lake covered in algae due, apparently, to the high water levels... The locals had known this for some time and kept saying that the tourist information guys wouldn't have known, to which I replied, 'well they should, it's their job!'. Also the guide didn't seem to know anything throughout the trip and then asked me to take photos of him... Yep.

After that we went to a few gardens, a mosque and a pokey temple. Again I would have been a bit more wide eyed if I wasn't still thinking about how much I had been cheated, plus seeing that the entry fees were around nine pence or much lower. However I was trying to keep an open mind and found three positives, the Himalayas in the background were pretty cool, the tulip garden, which is only open in April (I hope that's not a lie too) was impressive and the air wasn't polluted... That's it though.

The third day we set off to K2 the world's second largest mountain, we were to have a day's hike and a trip on the world's highest gondola, which later turned out to be a cable car. 

That was a bust too. We SAW K2 from another mountain and my hike turned out to be less than 1km long. I took a picture of the start of the hike from the end. Also the clothing and walking shoes that were promised were a myth, yet another lie I was told on this trip. 

The positives were that the mountains were stunning. Walking in the snow in a T-shirt because it was so hot was amazing. The views were spectacular too. The snow beamed in the bright sunlight, but didn't melt, well at least not visibly. The cable car was fun too. I'd never been in one before, at least I don't think so, not one of the little ones.

Due to the short walk, I'm not calling it a hike, we were back well before time. So I had the ability to double check some of my facts, well for five minutes before the internet mysteriously crashed again... Some luxury hotel this is... I managed to sneakily check whether my requested hostel in New Delhi was available, which it was. So now I'm writing this waiting for the salesman, a Mr Bashir from the Centre Point Hotel, to arrive so I can confront him... It's tense. I doubt I'll get any money back, but at least I'll be able to get rid of some of my anger and he may even think twice before ruining someone else's trip, though I doubt it. I'm sure he's pretty happy with himself. 

So I just had the stand off with Mr Bashir and he knew exactly what he had done. He told me to go F*ck myself and threatened to hold onto my tickets plus throw me into the river. I said that it was quite clear he had screwed me and asked him how he could sleep at night when he knew he had taken advantage of people and ruined their dream vacations. I didn't bend or break and I threw out my English resolve. 

I was full of rage when it was all over, but then the strangest thing happened. I read an email from my mum (who as the saying goes, really does know best) and I realised that I was better than him. Yes he had harmed me, but why should I care about it, he's no more than a mosquito. A simple creature that is governed by greed. I am someone that people go to for advice. In the past 24 hours two people have said that I have inspired them and that they trust and want my opinion.

I've been brought up to be honest, good and generous. To do the right thing not for profit or praise, but because it is quite simply right. He may have profited today, but he has to live the rest of his greedy, seedy life and for that I feel sorry for him. As for me, adventures await. 

... UPDATE ...

So the plot thickens. I was just about to leave my hotel when an associate of Mr Bashir's comes to my room. He wants to make everything better and ensure I don't go to the Delhi office and complain.

He asks me what happened and I explain. He apologises and asks me what I want. I tell him that I want to the money I was overcharged back. He says that isn't going to happen as a lot of it cannot be refunded. He offers to see if I can get the money back for the hotels. 

This is where Mr Bashir will be caught on his lies. He told me the hotels cost between £15 and £16 per night. For 13 nights that's just under £200, which is pretty much how much he over charged me by. I explained this to the associate and said that I needed to leave to get my plane. If Mr Bashir wanted to reimburse me he could get the driver in Delhi to give me the money. Either way I'm going to make a complaint, I never said that I wouldn't. Giving me the money or at least some of it won't make up for ruining the last three days, duping me or threatening to throw me into a river. 

The offer came back as 5,000 IRP and use of the hotels that I don't want. I've said that this isn't good enough and the associate (I'm calling him that as I don't know his name) said to call him back in 5-10 minutes. I'm not going to as I want them to sweat. I'll probably end up settling for the 5,000 IRP (£52 approx) but we'll see.

In the end I didn't take it... Too much pride.

Eilat and Petra, Jordan

So with the debacle in Tel Aviv, I had an extra week in Israel. What. To. Do...

While it would have been tempting to spend a week indulging in drinking, social media and drawing, I decided to take the opportunity to visit Petra in Jordan. This turned out to be one of the best and worst decisions of my trip.

I made my way to Eilat, the closest crossing point into Jordan, where I spent a few days. Basically it's a resort beach town that has no cultural value, but great weather and a beach.  Think 'Only Fools and Horses-on-sea'. Great for guilt free sunbathing with cocktails.

The crossing to Jordan was just bizarre. We arrived early in the morning and there were still a lot of people there. I'm glad we had a guide as the process was confusing, I'm sure I could have muddled through, but it would have been tedious at best. There was one stop for leaving Israel (fine) then you went through duty free (weird) to get to the next stop to enter Jordan (OK) and then there was another stop for who only knows what? I still have no idea... There's a joke here about it being hard to get into Jordan and a certain glamour model, but we're not going to go
There...

I made friends on the bus with a couple of English girls, as well as Dariela, a Mexican living in Pheonix and her mother Yolanda who would prove to be my saviours later on.

We all got to the Petra site and wow! You can easily see why it's one of the seven wonders of the world. I'm not sure which specific aspect won it the accolade, but man, before you even get to the buildings you're already blown away.

The reddy-orange sandstone is lined with differing colours from mineral compounds, which tower above you. I stood there in awe as I saw the rock undulating in waves created by water erosion, the sun coming down in beams as it reached through the canopy of sandstone created by the jutting strata above. It's like another world. 

We walked past smaller settlements carved into the rock as we approached the main event for our tour. The tomb, which appeared in Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade. You approach it in the same way as they do in the film. The rock giving high up glimpses of the structure before you come out of the canyon to see it in all its glory. It's amazing, the workmanship, the scale and the preservation are mind blowing... The latter was certainly appreciated after being in Cairo. 

The guide gave us a lot of history and detail on the building. It is an ecumenical tomb of sorts with depictions from all the current religions of the time to help the interred reach heaven. It also bears motifs relating to the seven days of the week and the 12 months and the 365 days of the year. There's tonnes more, but this is my blog not Wikipedia. The last factoid I'll leave you is that the third column from the left was replaced in the 20th century and its the only one that's slightly wonky... Face... Palm...

The guide also told us that there's a much more impressive building further into the complex, but that we wouldn't have time to see it. From the picture he showed us, it makes what I saw seem like a security hut outside of Buckingham Palace! This news was a bit gutting.

We ambled into an amphitheater where the complex opened up to reveal a huge number of impressive buildings. Some of us went off to explore and saw an amazing building which we could walk into and look around. The colours of the rock were really impressive and as well as the size. I couldn't get over how they had created these rooms without any cave ins. They clearly had a huge amount of knowledge working with the stone. Dariela and I also met Sereena.

Sereena is a Jordanian teenager with an infectious smile who approached us in a cherry, confident manner that completely disabled my 'no I don't want any' auto-response. She politely explained that she was on a mission to make people smile and handed Dariela and I cards which said 'free smiles will change the world' and explained her plan on the back. We took a quick photo, swapped Instagram details and then she was on her way leaving us both smiling - mission success I think. I have to say I'm really impressed with her, what a brilliant young woman! I hope and believe she will change the world and I wish her every luck in doing so.

So that was the good bit...

Then comes the really rough part! Forty-five minutes of being interrogate by Israeli border police resulting in a missed ride to my hostel. I'm not going to go into it on here, but there's a perfectly good rant to watch on my vid below.

I was relieved to be out of immigration, but the whole experience had left me at a really low point, so very far from all the people who love and support me. That's the hardest part of what I'm doing, when things get tough you're on your own, you can't just chat to your mum or get a hug from a friend, you can't just have a stress drink with someone and forget about it. Or so I thought..

My saviours Dariela and Yolanda proved to be brilliant friends as they messaged me immediately and took me out for dinner and drinks. They even came to my hostel to collect me. They really are such excellent people and I count myself very lucky to have met them. I hope to meet up with State-side!

That was pretty much it. I spent time on the beach in Eilat, met a cool guy called Nathan who I shared a room with and went back to Tel Aviv, where I got a private operatic recital from Omrea and Filippo - clips in the vid. Check it out, it's very impressive. There were also cuddles and licks from the pooch.

So that's it. Next stop India! Please do comment and share. Plus visit my YouTube page and subscribe. I'm not doing any of this to be Internet famous, but six subscribers on YouTube is pitiful haha. 

Gran Canaria - Las Palmas and Maspolomas

This is going to be a short one. Due to some personal developments and some inclement weather, this trip didn't turn out as expected and I wasn't able to go surfing or paragliding. However that's not to say that I haven't fallen for the charms of Gran Canaria, or more specifically Las Palmas.

I arrived by a tiny propeller plane to Las Palmas. The flight was pleasant, smooth and the staff at Air Marroc were the best I've come across. I then checked into my hostel, The Little Surf House, which was amazing, clean, bright and welcoming  without feeling clinically put together like a chain of hotels - everything a hostel should be!

Rosa, the owner, met us and had learned from this very blog that I grew up in Ramsgate, somewhere she had lived for 9 months. For people from a small town this is a MAJOR NOVELTY, and I am nothing if not a victim of novelty. So we chatted about Ramsgate and what to do in Las Palmas. It has to be said that Rosa was amazingly helpful, even getting me signed up to an international hostel group to help me save money. 

Over the coming week I, along with a friend, did a tour of Las Palmas, visiting the old quarter, Vagetta, which holds a tapas night every Thursday. You can actually get tapas and beer for two euros! It's beautiful and full of large imposing Dutch architecture, I sincerely wish I could live in one of these beautiful period homes!

We also went to Maspalomas, which for my taste is too touristy. That being said I did pick up an awesome Back to the Future tshirt which I would have added a picture of if Blogger worked properly with Google Drive! Anyway, Maspalomas doesn't really have a soul or any Spanish spirit, but what it does have is night life. We ended up arriving for the last night of gay pride. While it's not my cup of tea, I did meet some great people from Albania who worked at one of the bars. I am still in touch with them, so that's good. I'd say they were my first new travelling friends. In that I met them and not that they wear sovereigns and bad fake tan!

The shopping in Las Palmas is good, they have a big shopping centre on the sea front with restaurants and lot of sports outlets, plus a gym and what's really great is that it's open late. I went there at 9pm and there was no sign of shops shutting, which is what I like to see. I also came across something I'd never encountered in European shops. If you go into the main supermarket with a plastic bag, you have to use a machine to seal another bag around it - one assumes to prevent shop lifting, though you could quite easily break this outter bag if you wanted and carry on your pilfering ways, if that's your intent.

All this aside, what I really want to talk about is the activity in Las Palmas. As someone who enjoys being active this place was amazing. Within a stones throw of the hostel I could go rock climbing, do yoga, visit several gyms, visit a dance studio. Plus, still within stones throw is the beach, where you can use a number of outdoor gyms or run the length of Las Canteras coast with the swathes of other joggers taking in the views of the sea, harbour and the island's biggest auditorium. Finally as if that wasn't enough, Rosa is on hand to arrange paragliding, surfing, wind surfing, kayaking, mountain biking and I'm sure a whole host of other activities. 

The eternal spring weather also means that activities are on most of the time, though there are still some times when they have to down tools to keep people safe. 

All in all, I'd definitely stay here again. In fact I plan to. Maybe a little earlier in the year, but not by much as temperatures still went up to 30 degrees at times, which is high enough when you're being active. I'll also be back to visit my new found friends and have a big night out in Maspalomas, though it will be Las Palmas I'll be returning to as the lifestyle has really captured my heart.

What to pack for travelling

So before I went travelling,  I thought I would take you through what I'm packing (oi oi)... In my bag. The video below gives a few highlights and some of the reasoning behind my choices, so do check it out and please do subscribe to the channel!!

So I've managed to pack everything I want and it's come to 16kg approx, which I'm pleased with. 

The first thing I have to cover off is my bag, the Osprey Farpoint 70, which I'm really pleased with. A few things I haven't mentioned in the vid are that the straps all pack away behind the bag to avoid damage while in the hold. It's also waterproof and one of the front straps has a whistle, which is fun if nothing else. As you'll be able to see the front casing straps can also be used to attach a sleeping mat, which is handy.

Onto the contents... Rather than list everything in the bag, which would be boring/exhausting, I'm going to just mention the bits that I found out about through research and suggestions, so hopefully some of these will be news to you. 

- a no pegs clothes line, there may not always be somewhere to drape your clothes so this apparently is a must

- quick drying clothes. I've got some regular clothing, but a lot is made of quick drying materials to ensure I don't need to pack any wet clothing

- zip lock bags. While my bag is water resistant it's best to keep your tech and docs dry

- lip balm. I'm not much of a beauty products guy, but the organisers of my dune boarding trip have suggested this is a must

- mosi bands. I have to thank Dorcas at my last place of work Kazoo PR (brilliant agency btw) for this suggestion and for lending me a bunch of stuff. She's one of the best travelled people I know, so if she swears by them then they're going in my bag!

- sleeping bag liner. This may seem obvious, but again Dorcas had the inside scoop and said that silk was the only way to go, something which my research backed up. It will be much easier to wash this than an entire sleeping bag!!

- A-Z multivitamins. It seems odd, but as one blog pointed out, you need to look after yourself if you don't want to contract some illness your body has never encountered before

- plastic bags - to separate clean and worn clothes in my bag

So that's a few of the more unlikely bits I'm taking. I haven't gone into the tech that I'm taking, as I don't want to invite any unwanted attention from pick pockets, etc (like this blog is that big haha). 

I'll revisit this post in a few months/a year, hopefully with the benefit of experience, to asses what worked, what didn't and ultimately what I would have packed if I had my time again.

Hope you enjoy the vid, which has more info and please do subscribe and share :)

Live long and prosper 

Ni 

World travel days 3&4 - Erg Chicaga: sand boarding and the sun

 I wake up lazily on my first and only full day at the camp, fighting the urge to lie in further,  having I the night freezing. The camp attendants let me know that breakfast is ready whenever I want it, but I decide to wash first and a bucket of hot water is brought to me five minutes later. I then have breakfast and see the only other guests leave - I now have the camp to myself. I request to ride a camel and go sand boarding.

Riding a camel isn't as uncomfortable as I thought and provided a great vantage point to view the endless array of dunes. We soon arrive at the big dunes and I try my best to make it to the bottom, which I don't (see the video for a collection of wipe outs). I noticed that I got better as the morning went on, but soon it was time to call it a day (or rather morning) and head back.

We get back in time for lunch and I spend the hotter part of the afternoon on a hammock reading while two new guests arrive. I then grab a board and take my second shot at the dunes. 

This time I do a lot better, getting to the bottom of several dunes. The key I find is to concentrate on something in the distance and try not to worry about how fast you are going. That being said I did hit my shoulder pretty hard, an injury I instantly knew would be with me for a few days (it's all better now though). While dune boarding I watched the sun set, which was magical. I thought I had captured it and the evening's activities on my GoPro, only to realise that I had been out of sync. turning the camera off before going down the dunes and back on when I reached the bottom. I also hadn't realised that I had put it onto a setting that took photos every few second rather than filming. This however turned out to be a brilliant mistake as I have some amazing photos of the sunset, which you can see on the video.

I then have dinner with the new guests, Ollie and Ellie, a really nice couple from Wandsworth who are doing a tour of Morocco. We exchange travelling stories and I learn that Ollie has recently become an economist and that Ellie works in marketing. They tell me that I looked pretty proficient with a dune board, as they had seen me while watching the sun set themselves. I put this down to the fact that the lower half of my dune was obscured to them, so they couldn't see my many face plants!

Day 3: I wake up during the night with a very sore shoulder in the freezing cold, though I had prepared and was in a sleeping bag under the duvets. I struggle to ignore my shoulder but eventually get up and soak a hand towel in cold water to use as a compress, which helps and I soon manage to get to sleep, but not for long as my alarm sounds meaning it's time to get up and see the sunrise. It's tempting to stay in bed, but I forsake my napping and go out into the very fresh, very cool and very still morning  and boy was it worth it. Just as with the sunset, I'm totally blown away, this time with how the landscape goes from twilight to bright sunshine in a matter of minutes, the dunes casting dramatic, dancing shadows as the sun pierces the horizon. It's also hard to quite explain the stillness and quiet of the new day, which is totally silent with the exception of the occasional chatter of birds and camels, the latter making rather bizarre but conversational noises.

I then head back to my tent and wearily pack my bag and head to breakfast. I am joined by Ollie, with Ellie following soon after and we chat about the previous night and the couple's plans to sand board, go trekking, camel riding and quad biking, all of which I am sad to miss, but, with breakfast now over, it's time to go. Hitcham is by the entrance and we head off toward Marrakech.

The way back is much clearer and having taken a different route, we soon stop in a dried up sea bed where Hitcham points out fossils. It's bizarre to think that at any time this dry landscape could have been under water. We then jump

Back in the car to a rug making co-operative where I have tea with the owner and then onto an Argan oil co-operative where the owner explains how they get the oil and how the business, which employs local orphans, helps the local people. I also take a look at their products and after a demonstration come out with very moisturised hands smelling of various local plants.

Co-operatives seem to be the largest for of trade between local people and tourists, with many people contributing to each store.

We then stop off at a small roadside restaurant where I have a tagine of beef and prunes, along with bread and local Argan oil and nut butter with honey. 

We make quick time and I get to the hostel early with the help of a guide. I memorise the route for the morning after. 

The next morning we head to Casablanca for my flight which I can't find on the boards. I'm then told the flight is going the next day. Something that had escaped my notice when the travel agent changed the flight time. I kick myself for not checking the details more thoroughly and indulge in a little panic before making a plan of action. I get the train into town and find an Internet cafe and arrange accommodation across town. I have to admit I didn't think much of Casablanca and decided to stay close to the hotel where I had dinner before getting an early night. At least it would have been if I had not come down with an aggressive form of the flu, which almost stopped me getting the flight to Las Palmas. I do have to say though that the staff at the hotel were amazing, bringing me mint tea and yoghurt to help my stomach free of charge throughout the morning.  

Oh and a Moroccan man stopped me in the street to say I had a very Moroccan face, which was nice. 

And that's it, my Moroccan journey is complete.

World travel day 2 - Road to the Sahara

Mists over the Atlas Mountains

I wasn't planning on making another video on my second day, after all I was spending 10hrs in a car... However I underestimated Morocco and it's amazing scenery, dramatic weather and very interesting people, for that Morocco I am sorry.

The day started at 6:30am, which I was surprisingly awake for. I was met by my driver Hicham and we quickly made our way through the winding back alleys of the souks to the car, a big 4x4 with a safari snorkel.

It was still very cold and just around sun rise. This meant that the mists were still low and hugging the Atlas Mountains when we got there, creating beautiful views and an unexpected rainbow, all set to the background of burnt red rocks and deep green trees. As the day went on the sun burnt the mists away and the vast views of the mountains and later on the wide expanses of desert were epic. 

En route we stopped at a few cafes and tourist shops where the local people were actually less pushy with their wares than I thought they would be. 

Throughout the journey Hicham highlighted points of interest, including the country's main filming location, where they shot Gladiator and some scenes from Babel. This and the ever-changing scenery made the journey pass very quickly and we were soon at the desert. 

The real fun started when we went off road. Hicham picked out the path with an obvious knowledge and understanding of the area, throwing the car around very safely over hills, along long since dried river beds and even through a sand storm that brought visibility down to a couple of feet. Hicham said that they were expecting a sandstorm as there had been snow and mists on the mountains that morning.

We arrived at 4:30pm and I was quickly shown to my tent, which far out stripped my expectations. I then unpacked did some video editing and was considering going to bed when I was informed dinner was ready, I then realised it was only 6:30pm.... It had been a long day and surprisingly tiring, but a lot of fun, which did bode well for the day ahead. 

If you want to find out more about sand boarding I'll be posting another blog with the rest of my experience soon, plus you can check out the camp's Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/ErgChigagaLuxuryDesertCamp

The World Is Not Enough - the first step

Hi, if you don't already know me (Hi mum) my name is Niall, though I mostly go by Ni.

I'm planning to take 18+ months out of my daily life to go back packing around the world, a trip I have been planning and saving for over the last year or so.

A world tour is one of my two main life goals, the other being raising a family. I'm hoping it's going to be a trip to remember, but to ensure it's a trip that I ACTUALLY remember, I'm starting this blog, with less than a week until I leave my life here in the UK behind.

So I suppose there are two things I need to cover off here, who the hell am I and what the heck am I doing...

Ten things about me
1. I'm 30 years old
2. I live in London, but grew up in Ramsgate, Kent (England)
3. I'm half Irish and half Sri Lankan (Go hybrids/mongrels)
4. I'm an identical twin (his name is Eddie)
5. I've sky dived from 13,000ft and bunjee jumped from a crane (can't remember how high that was)
6. I'm a public relations professional and was once named Employee of the Year by a former agency
7. I was the face of my university for a year (Luton, now Bedford University)
8. My interests include the gym/fitness, drawing, manga & graphic novels, films, etc
9. I am a victim of novelty - I'll give pretty much anything a go
10. I consider myself to be a bit old fashioned, as in I'll hold a door open for a lady or assist an old person with their bags, etc
Bonus. I was once nearly run over by Stephen Hawking in the London Science Museum

What I'm doing
Basically I'm backpacking around the world with the exception of Europe, which I plan to do when I get back to the UK and start working again. I'm not planning everything out too much as I want to go whereever the wind blows, but plan on Africa, India, Sri Lanka (I've never been) Nepal, East Asia, Polyneisa and down to Australia where I have a year working visa. I'll then do South and North America before going to Greenland and finally heading back to the UK.

My first stops will be; dune boarding in the Sahara Desert, surfing and hang gliding in Las Palmas, volunteering at a Gorilla and monkey sanctury in the forests of Cameroon before making my way to South Africa.

I'm going to be vlogging my experiences too and have created my first video which I hope you'll enjoy - even if it is a bit terrible - I promise to at least try to get better and all comments are welcome : )

Live long and prosper,

Ni