Posts Tagged ‘christmas’

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Frrreezing

January 6, 2009

The trip back from Costa Rica went off without a hitch. Only two things of note: the first was the delicious hot cinnamon bun I had at San Jose airport, made all the better by the preceeding 2 months of endless beans and rice combinations. The second was the fact that I managed to accidentally smuggle a knife onto two international flights.

My carry-on bag was checked by security normally in San Jose (X-ray machine, cursory search by the man in gloves) and again in Houston (more X-rays, more poking and prodding). It was only after I’d cleared security that I went to get out my phone and realised my Leatherman was in the bag, complete with 3-inch razor sharp blade.

Considering how much of a hassle security is, you’d at least expect them to find a large, lethal block of metal in an otherwise pretty empty bag…

Back in England, I went pretty much straight to my niece’s naming ceremony near Nottingham. A nice little excuse to get the whole family together and see the Welsh contingent who might otherwise have been a stretch to visit. The newly named Bea was very chilled out throughout the proceeding, as all the kids were I suppose. Perfect nap timing by the parents left them all in an angelic daze.

I spent Christmas with the parents up in Bury which was nice and relaxed, although there’s not really too much to do up there any more so I left to come down here to London pretty sharpish.

I’ve managed to wangle a free place to stay in Mayfair, which is pretty sweet. The offices of one of our investors has a spare bedroom which was available over the holidays. It’s actually not particularly convenient as most of my friends are either in Hackney or Canary Wharf – pretty much the other side of town – but I’ve enjoyed mincing down Oxford Street, delivering dismissive snears to as many mono-lingual tourists as possible. I went to Cambridge, dahling.

New Year’s Eve was relatively low-key, compared to some of the craziness of San Francisco, but great fun. I spent the evening in a bar with a bunch of friends and friends-of-friends before heading back to a house party, staying up till the early hours sipping peppermint tea.

My plans for the next few weeks are still pretty unclear. I know I’m going to Cambridge tomorrow, and Winchester after that. Depending on how quickly my lawyer can get the visa application in, I’ll then either go back to Central America – maybe Panama – or head straight back to San Francisco.

Looking forward to leaving this climate! It’s pretty much a 30ºC temperature difference Nicaragua to here, and getting more… -10ºC in London today!

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Heading back to the UK

December 19, 2008

Up until a couple of weeks ago, I was unsure what I was going to be up to for Christmas. Nicaragua is great: I’d made a nice little circle of friends that I know I’d have a good time with, the weather was good and getting better, it’s cheap, … On the other hand, I’ve not been back to the UK for about 5 months, and there’s a bunch of family stuff that I should really do, even on top of the normal Christmas drill.

Then, one Friday night I was heading out to my normal 2-for-1 G&T at Pelican Eyes when I stopped off at the ATM to get some moolah. The ATM had power, a connection and money so it started promisingly, but my “Transaction was not able to be processed at this time”. Thinking that HSBC had forgotten I’d told them (twice) that I was in Nicaragua, and it really was OK for me to use my card here, I went to Pelican Eyes and made a note to call the bank the next morning.

When I did call them, it turned out that someone had cloned my card and used it to buy $1600 worth of (probably crap) stuff in a Wal-Mart in Houston, TX. So! The card that had been on temporary hold was now cancelled, and a replacement could only be sent to San Francisco.

As I now had $5 cash to my name, and no obvious way of getting any more, I decided take the hint and go back to the UK for Christmas. Apart from anything else, the Nicaraguans have a charming tradition of “waking the baby Jesus” in the run up to navidad, which involves running through the steets at 2, 3, 4 and 5am shouting, trumpeting, drumming and beating pots and/or pans.

So! I am now back in Costa Rica, flying to LHR via Houston on Sunday morning. Will stop off in Houston and beat the shit out of the first person I see in 800 pairs of budget white socks.