So I have finally decided to update my blog after three and a half tumultuous months of house hunting, house furnishing, job searching, hard working, hard partying and cover driving.
What have I done you ask?
Landed with an empty suitcase, and one shoe
London will forever be known as the place where I signed my first ever tenancy agreement. Coupled with this is my newfound ability to furnish a house, using my creative flair and instinct to become one of the best unknown interior designers of the modern age.
Looking back on the pain and anguish of finding a property which included; shifting 80kg of luggage in and out of hostels on a constant basis for three and half weeks, fickle landlords which promised everything and delivered nothing, attending to over 25 houses around London to find a suitable property for its inhabitants, the blatant ignorance shown by real estate agencies to a pair of Aussies who had nothing but a couple of suitcases and their share of savings - The hardest period of my life. If it wasn't for the kindness and generosity of my cricket captain, I would have been homeless on the May bank holiday weekend. Thank you once again skip.
Living in West Kensington has its up and downs. Its ups being a local kebab store, two train stations with great access to the city (District and Piccadilly lines), and a supermarket on the corner of my street. Its downs? Not much, just an edgy place to be in after dark, but so is everywhere in London. I am happy living here.
Work hard, play harder
Although it may sound good that I have been working, the instability that contract and temp work provides is quite frustrating. However, I have worked at one of the biggest sporting events in the world in Wimbledon, and for one of the biggest media conglomerates in the world, The Walt Disney Company, London really is a city of opportunity. I have made many friends through work and hope to make many more along the way. I currently write part-time in a freelance journalist role for the newly developed SoccerAnchor.com, which is sure to kick off in the near future.
You 'work to live' in London, as opposed to the 'live to work' mentality back in Melbourne, a clear indication of this is the crowded pubs on weeknights, and the common sight of a rushing jetsetter on a Thursday or Friday afternoon, with his or her carry on luggage attempting to make the earliest flight out to a sunny beach in mainland Europe.
Friends with benefits
Not the way you first interpreted, but I have met some awesome people in London. Meeting a group of Brazilians has enabled us to receive priority entry into some of the most exclusive clubs in London. Some of the biggest nights out include Boujis Thursdays (South Kensington - our favourite night), Chinawhite Fridays (Soho) and Aura Saturdays (Mayfair). I am yet to explore the edgy East, but I have tantalised the dance floors of the world famous Fabric, and of course, God's own Ministry of Sound (Laidback Luke SW4 after party), the most amazing sound system you will ever experience.
The Land of Tomorrow - Tomorrowland 2011(DeSchoore, Boom, Belgium)
The greatest festival. I literally cannot describe how good this festival was. It was like I dived into one of my favourite fairytale adventures beginning with the beats of Kaskade, and ending with the drum of Richie Hawtin.
I stood suspended above the cauldron of the main stage on the first tier for the best part of three days, listening to tomorrow's sounds of Kaskade, Dirty South, Faithless, Swedish House Mafia, Steve Aoki, Afrojack, Avicii, Martin Solveig, Dimitri Vegas and Like Mike, Tiesto, Cosmic Gate, Arno Cost, Nervo, Wolfgang Gartner, Laidback Luke, Chuckie, David Guetta, 2ManyDJs and Richie Hawtin. My favourite? Avicii. The most amazing artist and only 22 years of age. The crowd engagement by Guetta was breathtaking, 35,000 people jumping and swaying to his cheesy commercial beats.
The people at this festival are all there for one common purpose; To jump and fist pump their way to happiness, the greatest indication of this, the man at the apex of a human pyramid who eventually toppled his way down to suffer severe neck injuries. That was one injury of many.
Aside from the festival itself, I made friends from Canada, Australia, England and Spain along the way, most of us still sharing our experiences on Facebook. The buffet breakfast at our hotel fuelled us for the day, it included; Eggs, sausages, cold meats, yoghurt, fruit salad, croissants, juice, cheeses and cereal. I did not depart Brussels without purchasing 90 euro worth of Belgian chocolate, which lead to 2 weeks of utter indulgence back in London.
If you ever want the complete festival experience, save all your money and go to Tomorrowland. I will be there next year.
What about London?
The beautiful city speaks for itself. A city under duress with almost 5,000 people per sq/km, extremely confusing weather patterns, a transport system far superior to Melbourne's yet so far underdeveloped for the population it beholds. It can be edgy in some parts, smelly in others, with people in their own element, particularly going to and from work. Elbows must be raised when commuting to save yourself from injury. Above all else, this wonderful city is host to the most olden, most beautiful pieces of architecture the world can offer. Having a stroll down Westminster explains exactly this.
London is a happening city. There is a pub on every corner, a convenience store every 30 metres, a vast array of restaurants all with different cuisines, and off license stores that sell cheap alcohol, cigarettes and pharmaceutical products for all walks of life. Clubs are in abundance, and if you don't have a plan when you go out, you simply will have a bad night. Going out with a plan is a must. Happy hour is almost every hour in pubs, mainly Thursday and Fridays after work where you are able to witness some of the most drunken situations occur before your eyes, including wine bottle sculling contests, and countless mounds of vomit on footpaths.
Some may not enjoy London on their European travels simply because it does not offer a beach, or beach weather for that matter. There is so much more to London than what is seen from the eyes of a tourist. It is the experiences of every day life that is most beautiful about this famous city.
Festivals and dance parties are never ending. I attended Clapham's own South West Four which was plenty of fun, Deadmau5 had his own dance party at Victoria Park earlier in June, Glastonbury Festival, Global Gathering, Reading Festival, Bestival, Creamfields, just to name a few.You can have your own festival at home even. Pete Tong hosts BBC Radio One Friday nights, which covers everything you need to hear to have a festival in your lounge room.
The riots? I was not affected, but it was a big deal in a city that is just 11 months away from hosting the Olympic Games. The closest it got was to Ealing about 3 miles away, where a shopping setting was set ablaze, and in Notting Hill, where a couple of shop front windows were smashed in. We were on high alert at work, some not being able to commute home due to their respective suburb's being considered at high risk.
I continue to pray every night for this city, the city that will be swarmed by millions around the world in what will be the most frenzied Olympics of the modern era, beginning late July next year.
1992, 2009, now 2011 - Nizopole, FYR Macedonia
After completing my contract at Wimbledon I set off back to the birthplace of my Mother and Father, my Grandfather's and Grandmother's, the village my family inhabits, a village rich with culture, tradition and natural beauty.
My one-week trip involved a moving and eye-opening village experience, which was soon forgotten by night as I took advantage of a weakened currency by fuelling my body with the most horrible of toxins, mainly the one deriving from a country called Russia.
The elderly people of the village are the most amazing, sharing their mind-blowing stories and hospitability, the younger generation fleeing a land of little opportunity which now leaves a place soon to be desserted, a sad thought to behold.
The biggest progression made since my last visit in 2009 was an outdoor open-air club near the Olympic Pool called Club Positive, where the beats projected til the early morning and the hundreds of Bitolonians danced (greased) til they could no more.
I left the village with full intention of returning whilst in London, hopefully at Christmas time to spend with my grandparents in the snow-filled mountains of Pelister. However, I do have a sad suspicion that this village will be no longer once the next couple generations pass on, a thought that will haunt me until fate is revealed.
Mashala Bodrum, Mashala - Bodrum, Turkey
The profound beauty of Turkey was discovered on my birthday weekend celebrations in Bodrum on its beautiful south coast. Here, I indulged into some of the finest Turkish cuisine, including traditional dishes which consisted of all forms of kebabs, casseroles and dips. By night the harbour was abuzz with tourists enjoying the loud sounds of the Bodrum nightclubs, or if you fancied a quiet night, a stroll along the main strip which was lined with shops and eatery's that remained open til the early hours.
I went aboard the famous Catamaran nightclub, a floating night club which sailed afloat the Mediterranean til the early hours of the morning. The club had a see-through dancefloor and a loose contingent of Belgian university girls which were having a wild ol' time. After hours, I would race down to the 24 hour cake store which hosted the largest array of sweets I have ever seen (See Facebook photos). One of the nights we managed to go to McDonalds first and indulge in four exotic Turkish menu items which included the McTurko, the McKofte, the Mega Mac and 6 nuggets. I arrived home 2.5kg heavier.
The cultural aspect of Bodrum was still to be seen even though it is highly frequented by tourists. On the last day I experienced a Turkish bath and shave, what an experience. We met a lovely couple from Oslo, Norway who we now have contact with and will look to pay them a visit sometime in the near future.
The transport system is quite confusing, yet so efficient. Mini buses are used to transport you from the harbour to the beaches outside Bodrum, the locals doing their best to provide you with the utmost safety and care, a common behaviour found amongst Turkish people.
All in all, Turkey was a great experience, with the plan to see 'real' Turkey by visiting Istanbul in the near future.
That bloody left-handed Aussie ****
So after my maiden century on English soil a day after landing, I proceeded to make a further 430 runs in 6 knocks, including two centuries and four 50's (98 in last game) to take my tally to 531 for the season at an average of 131.5. I am not boasting, just stating the facts in case you thought the late reverse swing would get to me.
I felt more confident on the pitches over here, simply because they were harder and not as green. It is much easier when you are not expected to make runs, however, I go into next season with a massive season to back up. This will test me.
The boys down at Ham & Petersham are sensational. There is a different character in each and every one of them, most susceptible to a pint or 7 at the Hand and Flower after a tough day's play on the common.
Cricket is a gentleman's game here and it pissed me off quite a bit. The sledging was well tamed, and the etiquette shown was too much at times, particularly when clapping in the batsman. However, I should not be complaining because I can officially say that I was in England during the time their Test side reached World Number 1 ranking. Ouch.
Living and breathing the Beautiful Game
Being a freelance football writer involves enough football for one day, but when you can come home, cook dinner, then switch it to Sky Sports to see Manchester United v Benfica clash on a Wednesday night, it becomes a way of living, not to mention the numerous other European leagues shown at prime time.
Apart from watching the endless hours of football shown on Sky Sports, I was in attendance at Old Trafford for Manchester United's record 19th title last May, and witnessed Nani round Joe Hart to secure our 19th Charity Shield at the famous Wembley Stadium.
I have only attended one game this season, that being the first game away to West Bromwich Albion. I travelled with an Australian friend by coach to Birmingham on the Sunday morning after a ridiculously big Saturday night, a journey I'd rather forget. Upon arrival in Birmingham we circled The Hawthorns before entering a pub not far from the ground, a pub that hosted some of the ugliest specimen known to this planet, specimen of both United and West Brom contingents. We sat in the second row from the front, practically eye level with the surface and only metres away from my heroes. United went on to win with a piece of individual brilliance from Ashley Young late on, which unfortunately I could not celebrate since I was sitting in the West Brom section, however I did receive a supportive retweet from @mufcfans on twitter where I was able to cry my support for my beloved Red Devils. A great day out and a 'story to tell the grandkids'.
I have tickets to the United v City game in late October, as well as the dream match against Liverpool in February. I also plan to attend a Champions League away match, possibly Basel, or maybe wait til the round of 16 with the hope of visiting the San Siro, Nou Camp or Allianz Arena with a manic United supporter group. In addition, I will try my best to see United against all 6 London clubs this season.
Where to from here?
In just two weeks I travel to Munich to be part of the last weekend of Oktoberfest, a weekend I guarantee to chunder on beer at least four times.
In November, Eric Prydz makes an appearance for a Winter Music Festival at Alexandra Palace in North London. 20 s-quid a ticket, Yesiree.
Speaking of Alexandra Palace, the World Darts Championships kicks off in December, an event we are sure to get down to and sing to 'Chase the Sun' with every other inbred before each commercial break.
New Years Eve is still up in the air, but we as a household are almost convinced that it will be spent at the Brandenburg Gates in Berlin, Germany, a site which hosts one of the biggest NYE parties in the world.
Next year will pose new questions, new ambitions, but until then, the journey I have experienced thus far has been life changing, character building, self-maturing, mind blowing, and above all else, the best time of my life.
Am I coming home soon? No.