Kidventurer

And now he goes skiing

Zacster — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 16:01:56 +0000

That’s right, readers, I have gone to Bulgaria. Why? To go skiing (read the damn title) and to meet up with the Burns family (Our Travel Lifestyle). And it’s been fun. Apart from a few incidents, it’s been fantastic. Summary:

Day 1: Around 60 mins of snowboard lessons, another hour of using snowboards as toboggans, ten minutes of falling over on the training slope.

Day 2: Switched back to skiing. Did a few refreshers. Got back to my former level of confidence and gung-ho-ness.

Day 3 : Tackled brutal Bulgarian ski runs. Ski’d down to the bottom cable car.

Day 4: Skived with mum. Ahhh, blissful Minecraft.

Day 5: Back to the slopes. I enjoyed myself, but there was lots of wind on the top- which we ski’d through.

Day 6: Learned to do parallel turns with Emil, the mountain’s best extreme ski-er.

Day 7: Hurt my arm on a red. Then I went right up top. I was going to ski right down to the bottom, but then I messed up and badly bruised my shin. And that’s just lovely, innit?

Day 8: That’s today. So I started with a skype-based maths lesson. I then worked my way up into another bruise on the same shin (ow!) and whimpered my way down (with a lot of help) to the middle cable car. Thanks, Emil!

Day 987: The Earth is invaded by Martians and Humanity is wiped out.

Now what? Now we spend two to three more days ski-ing and then go to, um, Plovdiv. And then we go to Sofia. And fly back to England. Hooray. T_T Okay. That’s it. Thanks for suffering through this.

TROLOLOL!!!

My Yummy Curry

Zacster — Wed, 11 Jan 2012 18:11:58 +0000

Hello readers! I’m tapping out another recipe!
You will need:
•Chicken (breast or leg bit)
•Coriander (preferably ground)
•Cumin seeds
•Ground turmeric
•Cayenne pepper (again, ground)
•Salt
•Liquid stock (or chicken oxo and water)
•Frying oil (or congealed beef dripping)
•A big saucepan
Instructions:

Chop the chicken into chunks. Put some oil into the pan and heat .
When the oil (or dripping) is sizzling, put maybe five chunks in, and repeat when the chunks are all white.
After the chicken is done, add around three teaspoons of turmeric, half a teaspoon of cumin, half a tsp. of coriander, and a quarter tsp. of cayenne pepper.
Taste regularly. It should have turned canary yellow. Add stock and restore to former shade and taste (well, nearly). Add salt and pepper at will.
Tastes satisfactory? Serve. If it’s too spicy, use yoghurt. It goes well with rice.
Enjoy!

OM NOM NOM!

Blightain tomorrow!

Zacster — Mon, 12 Dec 2011 03:37:27 +0000

Hi readers! As of tomorrow, I will be back in Blightain (that’s Britain for all you uneddicated folks) and probably deep frosted. I’m happy about it, even though it will get dark at around ten to four in the afternoon. It’ll be fun. I hope.
And who knows, maybe it’ll snow. Snow is better with friends. Oh, and I also sell ads now. Aaanyways, right now, I am in S’pore (Singapore) with friends. I’ve enjoyed staying here. OK, back to my plans.
Fred (my BF) will of course be in London, and we’re gonna have a sleepover. And then he’ll spend a couple of days in Norfolk, with me and my grandparents. What are you doing for Christmas? Gimme your feedback!

Stupid Bloody Horse!

Zacster — Fri, 11 Nov 2011 08:51:11 +0000

So this one is about mountains and horses. A winter wonderland of white snow, stunning views and fat sh*tting ponies. It’s also about my experience with scenic mountains and sub-zero temperatures, warm fires and smoky tents, and the ice-cold beauty of this new, strange environment.
I conquered it on horseback. And I was rewarded with extremely chapped lips. Now Chinese horses aren’t like European or American ones. In fact, they are fat, stubborn and have a tendency to, well, sh*t.
Imagining the terrifying Mongol horde charging into battle on them, whooping and yelling, is, frankly, hilarious. But enough about that for now.
Onto my experience. I was on a horse, cold wind blowing in my face. I was glad when we got off to let the horses go down a snowy hillside. That, for me, was the highlight of the journey.

Me on the mountain, enjoying the snow.

As you can see, I loved that snow. I didn’t feel cold, just happy. It was great. That was one of the only things that made it worthwhile. I was running around, sliding, making snow angels and even eating the snow. I made a snowman too.
Our camp was a scenic clearing by a stream, inhabited by a friendly family who had come to cut timber. I liked hacking stuff up with the hooked bark-stripping tool they were using. We slept in a two-person tent under several blankets.
My worst mistake was throwing a snowball at the kid. Apparently to his people, a snowball fight involves pinning someone down and rubbing snow in their face. Though at times it got so smoky I saw everyone as silhouettes, the tent, with its fire, was a welcome relief.
Everything they cooked was very nice, but entirely vegetarian. The reason for this, as I found out, was that leftovers were then fed to the horses. We ended up farting like they were!
Major drawbacks: Biting cold and an uncontrollable horse. Sort of uncontrollable, anyway. As my mother, the digital fascist, says, stopping my horse is beginner level control.
But enough about that. I hope this has been informative!

My tubby horse.

Tiger, um, jumping, gorge

Zacster — Sat, 22 Oct 2011 10:55:07 +0000

Well then. That was fun. We’ve just come back from a trek through Tiger Leaping (or jumping, said the signs at the Tina’s guesthouse) gorge.

Apparently a hunter was chasing a Tiger, but the Tiger didn’t want to die (weird eh?) and jumped across the narrowest point of the gorge (and the Yangtze), hence the name.
Anyways, I got some lovely photos and the trek was, well, quite enjoyable (you win mum).

A pretty red flower, freshly Lightroom'd and such.

And it was well worth The Sims 3 for my computer. So, I liked it. Mum actually went down there and stood on the spot where the tiger was said to have jumped.
Yeah, um, I sort of stayed in the room a little watching Doctor Who. And now, guess what? So many unfit tourons haven’t been able to cope, they’ve made up a new spot where the Tiger jumped. Tourism. Honestly. Look, if you can’t do it, don’t complain.
Okay, I’m bored now. Post over. Bye. Seriously, bye. Stop reading. I SAID BYE!!!

Yes, another blog.

Zacster — Fri, 30 Sep 2011 13:03:43 +0000

Welcome to my new blog. I’ve finally set it up, and I’m hoping to get an ad deal sooner or later and I have to say, I’m quite impressed with wordpress.org’s visuals. I’m writing this in a high-rise in Kunming, China after a 4 hours’ worth of intensive mandarin lessons while mum makes dinner. It’s one of the less adventurous parts of our trip.

We have a great view. It’s a swish apartment.

The view from our apartment.

We’ve been to Indonesia (and not just Bali), Laos, Thailand, Cambodia, Vietnam, the Philippines, Malaysia, Timor-Leste (East Timor), Australia and Singapore on this leg alone. We’ve seen beautiful landscapes, climbed a mountain, dived WWII shipwrecks and ridden across roads that are, well, probably comparable to North Korea.

And it’s been (mostly) fun. We’ll be back in Blightain and then travel Europe (I had to force mum into that), and, well, have a base (sorta). But don’t worry, we’ll keep on travellin’, and I’ll keep on blogging. So welcome to Kidventurer.

Singapore and stuff

smartass300 — Wed, 14 Sep 2011 10:31:16 +0000

Okay, so we were in Singapore for a few days. In August. So mum’s making me write about it. So it sucks. The fact that I have to do this, that is. But Singapore was fun, I guess. Anyway, here’s my stupid post.

Well, there was Singapore national day, with the F-16s and the Apache and the Chinook and the paratroopers with their red smoke. That was fun. And noisy. And humid.

Then there was Universal Studios Singapore, which is by far the best theme park I have ever been to. Literallly. They turned The Mummy into a haunted house roller-coaster. Epic.

Then they had Battlestar Galactica as two different rides, one Human (big dipper) and one Cylon (suspended seat double loop).

It was impressive. Coupled with resort world, it takes up the whole island of Sentosa.

And you can’t really say you’ve done Singapore without doing the science museum with its Tesla coil and controlled firestorm. Yeah. I’m a pyromaniac.

So bye, I guess.

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My Awful (?) Mum

smartass300 — Fri, 19 Aug 2011 03:48:08 +0000

Disclaimer: I may not have included all of the factors, good and bad, of my mum. I kinda want to upgrade my computer and I could use another gigabyte of RAM space, so I’m trying to get an ad deal. One should be enough.

My mum sorta sux. So I wrote this blog post about it.

She…

Lost my phone for me (IT HAD A COLOUR SCREEN!).
Has hijacked my netbook cause hers has a shoddy trackpad.
Is not letting me watch movies on my computer.
Made me do this stupid blog post (at least she didn’t object to the theme of the post…).
Generally does not let me talk about the crazy lady whereas she feels free to b@t*h about her all she wants.
Is now forcing me to do an essay after this. GAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!
Still owes me a considerable allowance.

However, I guess there is a somewhat larger nice side of my mum. Besides which this post has to reach 300 words to count.

For starters, unlike some people, she does not sell naked pics of me over the web. And she…

Allows us to go over-budget a lot. And I mean a LOT.
Eventually pays my allowance. Eventually. And she does allow me to have soft drinks.
Knows when I’m angry (never) and when I’m simply dehydrated (a lot of the time this is the cause).
Does not have very strict rules about beddy byes. Not when she has internet, anyway. Lol.
Is usually a bit more reasonable when it comes to computers. I mean, it is mine, not hers. I mean, she didn’t ask me about it… Should I even put this in the pros section? Is this a pro or a con? Oh to hell with it. Pro it is.

Alrighty then. I’m sweating my ass off in the heat of Penang, and so I leave you now to do something that is hopefully more interesting. Bye now!

The lovely $h!thole of Kupang

smartass300 — Tue, 05 Jul 2011 06:39:10 +0000

Kupang. A sprawling port of 340,000 people. Filled to the brim with smog-belching trucks and bemos blasting horrible Indo pop from which there is no escape, it’s not exactly Indonesian travel destination number one.

But despite setbacks such as clogged roads, loud pop, and sweltering arid heat, the people of this city have found profit in tourism. As the capital of NTT (Nusa Tenggara Timur, use google maps and search for Kupang), most ferries and planes in NTT go here, and there are planes and boats to Bali usually. The Darwin flights no longer run.

All in all, for a city that smells of exhaust fumes and has no area quiet enough to hear yourself think; a city where you can always hear some kind of vehicle running, a city which has yet to be introduced to European or South American food, I would say it’s doing quite well.

Yet another f*cking little country

smartass300 — Tue, 14 Jun 2011 04:20:09 +0000

Yup, we’re now in East Timor, formally known as Timor Leste, which is an independent small country that split off from Indonesia shortly after the U.N. noticed Timor existed.Indonesia then pulled out and stopped massacring the East Timorese, and then the U.N. pulled out too.

So then the East Timorese began to massacre each other instead, so the U.N. came back, and half the economy is now based on selling stuff to foreign U.N. workers. At least they have oil and gas reserves.

Unfortunately, due to its dry, infertile terrain, there is no farming, and the only reason America even has an embassy is because of the 3-km deep channel between Dili (the capital), and the nearby island of Atauro.

Anyway, the point is we’re here.