October 25, 2011 – 1:42 pm
We spent a few days in Hanoi in the north. The original plan was to travel to Ho Chi Minh City in the south — it being the furthest point by rail that we could reach from London — but we realised we would then run out of time to get to Singapore. So we decided to go half way down the country to Dong Ha, where we stopped for a day to visit the amazing Vinh Moc tunnels, then cut across to Laos.
Looking back at my little journal, I thought it was hilarious that I wrote this when we arrived in Hanoi:
Then just three days later, this:
October 10, 2011 – 8:19 am
On the train to Mongolia we met a Russian man who said he was a lama. He took an unhealthy interest in whether we had children, and told us we ought to. To help us along he drew me a picture of the sun and told me I must keep it close to my heart. I didn’t take his advice, which is perhaps why it took so long.
Like many tourists we stayed in a traditional ger in the national park and ate some unidentifiable meat. We also went for a horse ride. That was the third time in my life that I have sat on a horse, and also the last. (I said that the other two times, but this time I meant it.)
In this temple I was in the dog-house (as opposed to the god-house I suppose) by walking around it anticlockwise instead of clockwise.
October 4, 2011 – 8:15 am
We spent 4th-7th October on this island, which was a detour off the train line. It’s in the middle of Lake Baikal, which is the deepest lake in the world and supposedly contains 20% of the world’s freshwater.
(I decided to crop out the text on grounds of pointlessness, and just put some of the pictures up.)
September 29, 2011 – 9:43 am
In Tomsk we met someone called Gregory who got together some of his mates with carrier bags full of vodka bottles, and took us into the Taiga Forest to murder us for a barbecue.
Gregory turned out to be the perfect host, guiding us back out of the forest in the small hours.
The trouble with staying in hostels is that you get on a kind of treadmill, meeting only other tourists. (We tried to correct this by using the couchsurfing website.) I wish I’d done more cartoons like the one below, but the trains and buses were too clattery to draw in.
Also tagged cartoon, forest, hostel, international, irkutsk, pen, pencil, russia, sketch, taiga, tomsk, travel, trip
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September 14, 2011 – 9:46 am
Talking about messy telegraph poles at Dungeness made me think of these biro sketches I did in a Beijing back street about four years ago. Every time I see one I get an ache to draw it. I dread to think why.
What this reminds me of more than anything is the sound of people hacking and gobbing in the street.
Also tagged banana, beijing, biro, china, chinese, dutch, eat, journal, monkey, patronising, sketch, stall, street, sweet potato, taoism, telegraph poles, telephone, travel, wires, writing
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September 5, 2011 – 7:50 am
While we were on the south coast I did some sketching at Dungeness. It’s got to be one of the best places in the UK to go with a pad and pencil. It’s got everything, including loads of messy telegraph poles, which I particularly love drawing.
Caz’s dad is responsible for the design of part of the nuclear power station, but I can’t remember which bit.
Also tagged beach, birds, car, caravan, dungeness, house, lighthouse, nuclear power station, painting, pencil, sketch, telegraph poles, watercolour
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I couldn’t resist posting this birthday card for Rowan, from his cousins.
Also tagged aunti kai, birthday card, child, first, happy, love, maddie, maria, matthew, son, wimpy kid
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January 21, 2008 – 10:09 am
December 11, 2007 – 10:45 pm
Also tagged couchsurfing, couple, cup, diary, go, host, john, mount taranaki, mountain, new zealand, north island, painting, pigpen, punkah wallah, rain, reg, travel, watercolour, wellington
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