05/01/2012 by Russell.

Christmas and Into 2012 with a quiet night…

Christmas came and went very quickly, luckily Christmas fell over the weekend, otherwise it would have work everyday at the schools here.

Fortunately, we three wise comrades (Tom, Tam, and me) set off for Ninh Binh very early Christmas eve, we set of for the 7.30am bus. Arriving at 7.23am, only to discover the erstwhile bus driver had decided to head off before 7.30am…I shouted, I hissed and booed at the woman behind the counter, she looked back with a shrug as if to say its our fault, no apology for the driver leaving early, well we are in pantomime season. We even took my huge Christmas cake with us on the journey in a box, presented to me by my students at Tran Phu, it was beautifully decorated.

Undeterred, Tam enquired where another bus could be caught, and so we had a 10 minute trek to another street, only this time it was to be 2 buses for out 100km journey.

At least we were heading out of Hai Phong for a short break. 3 hours later we were off the bus, being tapped up by a moto driver for a hotel from $3 a night. Off we followed the salesman on his moto for a quarter of a mile walking at a brisk pace. No snow, no icicles, no Widow Twanky, just another lookalike city in Vietnam.

Our hotel down a side street was full of Europeans, how did they find this place, the new Queen Hotel? After a quick break, we decided to head off with a hired driver to sea the wonders of Ninh Binh.

First stop a historic King Le(surname) Emperors Palace site, full of school children on day trips and tourists in the cool but clear blue skies, it had a chill in the air, which made me think of Christmasses past. I of course was the centre of attention with my floppy Father Christmas hat and had to pose for photographs with the locals.

Lunch was not befitting Scrooge, very expensive, so much so Scrooge would have choked on the soup alone, costing $12 and the goat meat costing a similar amount, boy did Christmas arrive all in one day for the restaurant owner.

Following a hearty lunch we took to the peace and quiet of the waters, a boat rowed by a woman (they do all the manual work here) she rowed away with her feet like a proper Santa’s helper. The tour took in 9 caves, on the clearest water amongst limestone outcrops (like Ha Long Bay). Very tranquil and felt the peace and quiet of Christmas and the Christian spirit of Jesus on the 2 hour trip. Peaceful in December, perhaps rather more busy in Summer, but you have to make the effort to get to Ninh Binh, it is not many people’s itineries who visit Vietnam, but it soon will be.

After this trip, rather cream crackered, but more waters to float on and hills to climb, ancient temples to see, but the clock was ticking. We took another baot trip, before we retired back to the hotel for a short nap and sharing a Christmas drink with the hotel’s proprierters…what was missing was mince pies, sherry, Slade, Band Aid, but there was soccer on tv…you can’t escape the Premiership reruns out here.

Christmas eve was further enjoyed with a short walk to the Catholic church nearby. It was very busy with a huge screen showing some Catholic dignatory on the screen, beautiful lights, a tree and everyone semed to want to see, the whole town of Ninh Binh on moto’s had turned up..but did they know it was more than Father Christmas? It was a religious festival? who is Jesus? We had an little BBQ at our table for warmth and cooked pork and beef for dinner.

Christmas Day and we were off to Cuc Phuong National Park, some 60km away. An early Breakfast, and a driver for another $25.

Upon arrival we took a hike to the 1,000 year old tree, Tam in flip flops, me and Tom in regular footwear and we were accompanied by German George on our visit.

In the afternoon after a visit to the Monkey sanctuary, funded by many leading Zoo’s we headed back to Ninh Binh and our 3 hour journey.

Boxing day – normal working day, teaching, but, the week ahd a little surprise in store. I had been giving private lessons to Viinh (22yrs Old) who was leaving for the UK to do a Masters course at Birmingham University. His parents treated Tam and I to a slap up meal (well that’s what you used read in the Sparky comic, cica 1970’s)

we had 4 Lobster (expensive), Hai Sam (soup – translated to sea cucumber) ($400 a kilogram), wine a bottle of 12 year old Chivas regal whisky…in other words the works, all very delicious…so I did get a Christmas dinner of sorts.

The new year….passed off with Tom, his woman of the hour, her friend and Vinh and his wife (our landlord), we scoffed some crab and soup -Karaoke, and a roof top cafe for midnight….no Big Ben, no balloons, streamers, or party music, just techno pop, and when the moment arrived, the DJ played ‘Happy New Year’ a tchno version of Abba’s song…a few quick steps on the dance floor and off to bed.

New Years Day? Well you go to a wedding of course….off we three trotted to a wedding, drank some beer, karaoke and ate some more food.

And so what does 2011 leave behind?

Some recent sad losses?, Harry Morgan (aka Sherman Potter in M*A*S*H), Gary Speed (why?), Colonel Gadaffi, Osama Bin Laden, Kim jung Il, Jane Russell, Joe Frazier, Neil Young (MCFC scorer of FA cup winning goal 1969), Michael Jackson, Clarence Clemons (E street Band), Russian Ice Hockey team in September plane crash…and finally John, the husband of my great work colleague Freda Richardson also passed away..so many.

What will 2012 bring?

Hopefully the greatest sporting event - the Olympics - will be a triumph for London and Great Britain, pity I will not be a part of it, I really wanted to say I went to the stadium to watch at least one event, but its all too much, good luck to the ticket holders for an event to treasure.

A Man City league triumph? A Real Madrid Champions League win? Usain Bolt centre stage? An economic recovery or collapse of the Euro?

China government to buy into Apple? Terry Wogan to host Strictly come Dancing? Who knows and that is the beauty of the future..

A final Happy new year to Emily, Gregory, Phillip, Kirsten, ex-work colleagues Rob Fletcher, Geoff Nicholson, John Malamatenios, Anne Waring, not forgetting Basil and Pete and David Opperman…and Enid Skelhorn, inseperable part of my life many years ago..

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22/07/2011 by Russell.

Yes, this is it, new found freedom of contract (Just like Nasri) is good, only because I have something to look forward to with a fresh start in Vietnam.

Timing is good, so I can finally attempt to pull all the strings together, it is still a mammoth task, I mean how do you leave a country? the only thing I can think about is the tax office in Salford.

I have so much to do, house clearance, chucking things I though I would never do,  and the saddest thing is I don’t really need that much apart from me telly!

A local firm quoted £2,400 to ship to Da Nang in Vietnam, the cost is for 1 item, 3 items or 40 items, the going rate is the same. As Tam would say “very money” .

I have only family photo’s to take, a bicycle and some files.  I will try to DHL it all for £250.  I will take 2 suitcases with me next week, and return and take two more cases and a tv.

So how do I feel?

After all those years at College looking after HE, my life was on the treadmill, as we all seem to do out of necessity.  Kids grow up, Emily to University, Greg to College. These are two very special people in my life, whom I love dearly, they are in many respects in my core, unshakeable, and unmovable from my heart.  Understandable, but this step, as Neil Armstrong took all those years ago, does seem a giant leap into the unknown.  However, it is a small step, the world is smaller by the good fortune of air travel, I never look at miles anymore only travel time.  I have a network in place in Vietnam.  And who’s to say I wouldn’t be left behind in England when Emily and Greg get their lives on track by moving to warmer climes elsewhere, leaving me to stew in England?

Many people have said ‘don’t do it’, and others have said - ‘go for it’ life is not a rehearsal, I cannot live with regrets, I have had many in life, so I take this opportunity with both hands and I know it will all be fine, my worry is not seeing Emily and Greg.  Emily at Uni will be away from home for 4 years, so there will be less opprtunity to see her term time, and as Greg gets going with his course and footy - our weekends will get less and less as he goes out with his mates.

I on the other hand, have internet, I have skype, I have a telephone, you’ll be surprised at how many ways people can stay in touch.  Besides, a holiday in Indochina is much better than Benidorm - that I can promise you.

So Tuesday I jet off on part 1 of my transfer to Vietnam….

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30/05/2011 by Russell.

“I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere and you know it’s really hard to hold your breath.

I swear I lost everything I ever loved or feared, I was the cosmic kid in full costume dress

Well, my feet they finally took root in the earth but I got me a nice little place in the stars

And I swear I found the key to the universe in the engine of an old parked car

I hid in the mother breast of the crowd but when they said “Pull down” I pulled up
Ooh-ooh growin’ up. Ooh-ooh growin’ up”

Bruce Springsteen

Emily and Gregory

Life - kids and all that - both are sitting their school exams, A levels and GCSE’s respectively, takes me back to the long summer of ‘76.   Life was ahead of me and my best friend Barry, all we wanted was girls and sport, simple days.  We managed the sport quite easily, we played football, tennis, golf, and probably subutteo, mixed with snooker.  The girls were around us, so halcyon days, as they say.

Now it is the turn of Emily and Gregory to go through their school rite of passage, completing exams and looking ahead to what life has in store for them.

As for me ‘Growin’ up’ - it took me 12,000 miles of travelling to work out what I wanted in life to finally grow up.  I sincerely hope that it doesn’t take as long for these two to work it out.  Maybe I am retarded, or have always wanted the elixir of youth.  My father once said candidly, he never wanted to grow up as such, and yet he was always a sensble and responsible father, a father whom I couldn’t ask of any more as an inspiration and guiding hand for my development.  I on the other hand have let my children down, a guilt which I have at last come to terms with and apart from the obvious regret of leaving them behind when I fled the family nest and all the heartache it created, I have at last seemed to reconcile with my demons to some extent and have a purpose.

That is something to which I would never wish on anyone else.

However, I now have a purpose to living again, a true focus, one which imbues me with confidence and optimism.  I will secure my future with Tam in vietnam.

What about Emily and Gregory? how can I do this to them?  frankly, I cannot wait for the odd weekend visits in the future  from Emily and Gregory, they are ‘Growin Up’ and have less demands on their old man.  A parental guide? stability, well over the past 5 years I haven’t exactly been the best parent to guide them.  I would have loved to be there more often for Emily, she may have felt ignored, and I too similarly felt the same.  We are cast from the same mould.  She is a lovely girl (well she is my daughter), She has lovely friends and has had a great school life, and now this Autumn will embark on a teaching degree to be a sports teacher.  How can she? when she didn’t even know the mother of all games was taking place at Wembley between Barca and United?  She will be a good teacher, she is very athletic, and she will succeed.  She can take to most sports in an instant, and I believe she can dance well too.

Gregory - has switched - for whatever reason -to at last see football as the ‘beautiful game’ - maybe living without me and talking to new found friends he realises football does offer him an alternative interest than the X-box.  He suddenly knows about players and teams, and is reading about footy!  Am in shock, I thought it would never happen, after all this time the penny has dropped on what a great game it is.  He still practices his skills, and is a very technical footballer, I just wish he could see that himself, once he does, there will be no stopping him.  All his team-mates see him as the one with the extra skill, the one with a creative thought and has the ability to execute all manner of skills with the ball.  Greg just ‘Believe’ .

So as Greg opicks up the baton for footy, I appear to be the one who runs out on them again by leaving and planning to go to Vietnam.  The bottom line is, ‘life is an opportunity‘ so I am going to grab mine in Chu Lai with Tam.  I cannot wait for life to pass me by any longer, the last 5 years have whizzed by, and I stood still.  No more, my travels ensured I understood that my time is to live again, and that I will do with Tam.  Warts and all.

My family extends to 2 - Greg and Emily.  That cannot change, but what can change is the way we live life, and to that end, who’s to say Emily won’t end up living in the US, or Australia, or Gregory somewhere. Already Phillip (not seen for 2 years) is in Johannesburg.  Why should I wait in England? Life is for living, happiness is out there and I found mine in Vietnam, no more misery, have suffered enough

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08/04/2010 by Russell.

One day left in blighty, am about to set sail (fly really) to the ends of the earth (globe which has no end) on a voyage of  discovery.  I am about to embark on football coaching for 14 weeks in South Africa, based in Port Elizabeth.  I am the only over aged numpty on this programme, everyone else are 20-25 or so.  I am the grandad.  Although there are 26 on the range of activities (cricket, rugby, netball coaching, orphanage volunteering) only 5 of us are completing the 12 weeks footy.

My jobs list before departure has been a mixed bag - I haven’t completed the decorating,  I have got my India visa, but not China.  I am outside 6 months of arrival, so thats something i will have to arrange on the road, somewhere.  I have sold my car : ( but to compound things only yesterday, my bank card has split along the chip - problem there, how do i get money out?

What to look forward to? certainly the world cup, England, Germany, Portugal, Ivory Coast come to town, but tickets are hellishly expensive, the cheapest ticket I can apply for is $160 to the Portugal vs Ivory Coast game.  How do locals afford that? A festival of football, is an expensive affair, plus you are only entitled to 7 tickets for the tournament, and have to pick up your tickets in person only.  I am sure some tickets will be available to chancers like me.

I hope to whale watch in Cape Town as well as climb Table Top Mountain and visit Robben Island.  Above all I am worried about travelling on my own from PE to CapeTown, security and all that…

From here I am off to Delhi belly in India, got my Immodium, by the bucket load, got re-hydration tablets and ‘deet’ spray and roll on! will abandon ‘Sure deodorant’ for the month. My arse is ging to suffer, but guess it comes with the sanitation and water.  Still had my Typhoid booster to combat this along with Hep A and Hep B jabs.  also got my anti bacterial wipes to clean my cutlery and plate lol! - Taj Mahal, Jaipur, Jodhpur await.

Bangkok offers mysery and golden buddha’s, people tell me it stinks and is smelly, well, I’ll head for the beach then.

Cambodia offers malaria, I have 10 days to get thru this with my tablet supply to get to Vietnam.  if you saw BBC’s ‘Top Gear’ you will have seen some of the spectacular coastline, absolutely unspoilt in Vietnam.  I thought how beautiful, when I watched the programme, I would love to see that, and here i am 2 years later on the brink of seeing all this.

From here I am going to catch a train from Hanoi - yes you can - into China, where my destination will be the Terracotta army in Xian.  That is something which I am very excited about.  You read these things asa kid, you see the pic of Prince Charles face to face with them, and it makes you think about the incredulity of it all.  Then Hong Kong, before going to Australia.  I cannot believe my luck, good or bad, as its an Ashes Cricket series. Wow!  This is where i hope to rendezvous with at least one family member.

Well I guess this compensates United not making the Champions League Final in Ronny’s backyard.

So am off to pack and stuff…you can find a dedicated travel blog at http://www.getjealous.com/rustycarno

So keep watching and reading my progress…

Love to Barry ( he started ‘rustycarno’) love to all my U15 footballers (Chesham Strides) love to Brenda (Dads old girlfriend) love to Kevin (and family) for the miles we have travelled to United, love to Simon Standish (top bloke) love to some great work colleagues, love to BB for undiminshed support without whom this wouldn’t happen, and above all love to Captain, Phillip, Emily and Gregory without whom life would be untolerable.

sa

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17/01/2010 by Russell.

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09/01/2010 by Russell.

Went out on my travels again, the roads were very dicey, even in town, had to dig the car out first.

Obviously I upset Emily again, about looking at these postings on the web, childish, but not much to ask for? can’t help but nag unnecessarily ie take some interest in what her Dad does. Am trying my level best to get more interaction from her, but if she’s not willing to at least have a surf even when a link is sent…. then I have no answer.  I know facebook, social networks and friends are far more important, but why do I have to live at the bottom of the pecking order?  Also Telegraph leads today on A level tariff’s going up at the Universities, I hope Emily takes heed.

Looking to Ivinghoe Beacon, from the Ridgeway

The path ahead

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25/12/2009 by Russell.

Ice Skating Natural History Museum, London.  Happy holidays!

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23/12/2009 by Russell.

‘Let it Snow…Let is snow..’ is the line from the song and boy did it snow Monday afternoon.

Emily, Greg and I had a lovely shopping day in Milton Keynes, all under cover, no worries of the weather, we left to get a frame from IKEA about 4ish.  leaving IKEA an hour later, a few snow flurries appeared, and thought nothing of it since travelling at rush hour, plenty of traffic, no worries………….

By the time we reached Dunstable, it was settling and it was a slower pace of 20mph.  And we ploughed on up the hills to Tring, which we liked so much, we decided to take it steady and take in the Christmas snowscape.  We waited patiently, and moved and waited all the while the snow lay deep and crisp and uneven.  Wilst we slewed to the Total petrol station in Tring, one kind gentleman asked me to pull over so he could park outside his house, queues of traffic in each direction, numpty! we had already crashed into a kerb by this stage in Dunstable.

Well we waited and waited (hour and a half later) then we made our move, being kindness itself we let a Vauxhall (front wheel drive) out from the petrol station, bloody numpty number 2, he came to a standstill at the r-about, when we we cruising nicely…20 mins later after pushing him up the hill to Tesco’s it was my turn.

Out Emily & Greg went into the snowstrom, push and push with others, and I was off, I ain’t stopping - see ya! Santa’s sleigh ain’t seen anything like it - Emily and Greg chasing after me…once on the flat I went back to help others, but once we were on the flat, we saw a huge queue of cars in the opposite direction, amazing for a slight incline in normal conditions suddenly becomes the North Face of the Eiger.  Cars all over the place.  We stopped to help a car up the hill, the next car in line to tackle the hill (well more like anthill) was a Z4, uhm I knew he wasn’t going to make it, my rear wheel drive was suffering, so I knew what was in store for him.  Oh dear!

We abandoned the Merc on the high street and walked 5 mins to the sanctuary of tv and jacket potatoes. 3 hours later, for a journey of 50 mins
Sadly there was one person who I know would have loved it, my Dad.  He and I have great memories of snowy escapades, Wingerworth 1967, Lavender Hill, handbrake turns in a van, Chesterfield to Manchester 1981, such fun…where are you Dad? I hope you are smiling up there!

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27/08/2009 by Russell.

Emily, Emily Emily, what a great set of GCSE results:

PE                   A*

English Lang A

Dance             A

Art                  A

Science           BB

Maths            B (equalled Phillip’s grade)

French           B

English Literature B

History           B

Enough Said - fantastic and am delighted for her

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14/06/2009 by Russell.

Emily’s too expensive for you, but if you can offer that kind of money, well Emily’s worth even more than that!

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