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  • Day 1

    Being friends with the editor of FT Alphaville, the Financial Times’ award winning markets blog, has its benefits. Like for example, borrowing Kaya MJ – his ‘mud hut’ in Africa – in exchange for knocking up a quick marketing website for it, so he can rent it out. Mud hut may be how Paul describes it, but by the time we come to leave he has excitedly provided a 19-page essay on the house, the car, the staff (of which there turn out to be four), the beach, the local amenities and the restaurants around the area of Barra, on the southern coast of Mosambique.

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    location:Ludham/Thurne
    summary:Arrive midday. Shop for stores, moored at Thurne
    trip:sailing03
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    Russia means many things to many people, and most of them are, or at least were at some time, true. The largest country in the world, it crosses eleven time zones, and draws it’s 150 million inhabitants from hundreds of ethnic groups, yet the Russian character is a formidable thing. It prompted Churchill to remark “I cannot forecast to you the action of Russia. It is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma.”The history of Russia is as turbulent and bloody as it is facinating. It may have spent fourty years as America’s favourite foe, but it has been no stranger to conflict throughout it’s long history. Even now, with war in Chechnya still raging and economic changes coming at a furious pace, Russia has no time to relax.

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    location:Bosherton
    summary:Wake up, eat, climb, go to pub, sleep
    trip:southwales03
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    summary:In transit
    location:London
    trip:sa02
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    The Plan: to take a rail holiday in Europe, going where we want, changing plans on a whim. The players: John, Chris, and Sunil, all old friends from school. Sunil is after the cool climates and rugged landscapes of Scandinavia, while John would rather have the sun and the sand of the Med. Chris likes the coasts, and I prefer the cities. So I go into this with a sense of trepidation.At 09:30, Chris and Sunil arrived at my house. At ten dad drove us to our local train station for a short journey to London’s Waterloo, where we met John and checked in for our Eurostar service to Brussels.

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    location:Ludham (Hunter’s Yard) – Thurne Dyke
    trip:sailing02
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    Dad drove me to Heathrow at around 11am for my flight, which was with Emirates via Dubai. At check in I asked for an exit row seat, as I usually do, and I got one for the second leg. First though, I had to get to Dubai. This involved a 6-hour flight, during which I kept myself entertained by watching movies and playing video games on the inflight entertainment system. There were even a couple of cameras on the plane which you could look at on the TV screen – one pointing out the front of the plane and one pointing down towards the ground.

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    I certainly haven’t got any better at this sleeping on planes lark. Can’t understand how anybody can sleep when you can’t possibly lie down flat and the noise of the engines reverberates around your head. I’m looking around the cabin, and almost everyone is asleep. The powers that be won’t let me use my laptop, I’m dying for a drink and I’ve begun to read my book without taking in the words on the page. I have entered the zombie state.

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    One of the biggest draws Australia has as a holiday destination is simply the fact that it is a very, very long way away. It is actually about as far away as you can get from London unless you have around £14m and are willing to let the Russians blast you into space. This is one of the main reasons I chose it. The other was the fact that David had suggested it some weeks before. In fact, now I think about it, it was probably his idea. Nevertheless, the hugeness of the distance involved is often underestimated, which is why, sitting on a QANTAS flight from London Heathrow to Singapore, I wondered for the sixth or seventh time why I was not blessed with the ability to spontaneously fall asleep whenever convienient. We may be travelling across twelve time zones, but dammit, it’s dark outside and I want to sleep. Essentially, when travelling from the UK to Australia, you get roughly two shorter-than-normal days, depending on what time you leave. On the way back, you get just one monster one. Staying awake, it seemed, was going to be more unpleasant than I had thought.