February will see my applying for a Belarus Tourist visa and spending a few days in Minsk and maybe Brest. You can visit Belarus for 5 days without a visa, but that is only if you fly into Minsk Airport. You all know I hate flying and I wanna OVERLAND IT! So I need to get my Belarussian visa done the day i get back from Oslo.

Vilnius is a really cheap city to visit anytime of the year. Last time I was there (Nov 2016) I only paid 6 euros a night for a dorm bed.

By the time FEB comes I should be back VLOGGING as I will have gotten a 2nd hand laptop. I've also got allot of bands to go see and write in FEB. Such as ANVIL, Dorja  etc

March my mate Metal Steve shall be visiting me in London in the first week. Its our 10 year friendship. Its all started in that Tequilas on Main shithole in April 2008 and since then. Metal Steve has been the older brother I always wanted. He took an hour out of his London time last year to say Hi to me in Mayfair for an hour (while I waited for Joan Collins DBE)

Between Mar-May I have a shite load of Europe I have to get to. I'm talking about Portugal, Iceland, Vatican City, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Montenegro, Kosovo, Albania, Greece, Cyprus and Moldova.

I would really love to revisit Slovakia, Slovenia and get my passport stamped in Ukraine.

I got to be in London for late May-Early June and by then if I am still living in London by the 2nd of June 2018, then I have done a year in London

After I am done with Europe, my tally of nations will be like 73 nations. So there won't really be much more of Europe to visit.  You can bitch and moan to me about not visiting Faore Islands (NOT AN INDEPENDENT NATION) or not counting Azerbaijan as Europe (they border Iran!)

I really want to get to Beirut this year, because I feel like there is a part of me that is telling me to visit Lebanon. I grew up with allot of Lebanese people in Australia. But then it wasn't untill my Uncle Brian Gardner passed away in July 2012 in New Zealand that really hit me hard.

Then this lady in Sydney wrote me an email with the quote from Kahlil Gibran

“When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”

I did a bit of research on this guy and I was sadden to hear that he died in New York from cirrhosis of the Liver, even before his county of Lebanon gained Independence in 1943.  When I found out that Dream Theater had incorperated some of his poetry into their music (in 2011) It inspired me that I should go visit his grave in Lebanon and thank him.

Lebanon is at peace right now and people still go there.

I have been talking about going overland from Cairo to Cape Town without flying. This has been a dream for me since I was 26. I'm now 32. So I really need to get this down. But it won't be a walk in the park. I need the NHS to give me 3 months supply of medicines, I may need to renew my British Passport (all those African visas) and I'm going to need maybe $3000 to do it. Plus 2 months of Malaria tablets

If I can go from Cairo to Cape Town without flying. I pretty sure will have ticked off at least 18 nations

If I can stretch a pound to the limit then there is a chance I will get myself to South America. I'm either thinking Uruguay, Buenos Aires, Iguzu Falls, A bit of Paraguay and Chile. If Steelrage are doing a show in Santiago, then I'll go the distance to see them in their home town. After all these motherfuckers had the balls to cover an Olivia Newton-John song.

A tour of DPR Korea

I found the DPR Korean embassy in London back in 2012 and then in 2016 I found the DPR Korean embassy in Stockholm. I think its time for a tour of the DPR Korea.

MOVE TO SWEDEN

As a British Citizen born in Australia, I am sick and tired of Xenophobic, curious, nosy dumbshits always asking me why I moved to the UK. If you are not part of the UK Home Office or the UK Border then you have no fucking right to ask me those stupid xenophobic questions. because after all its NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!

I have every right to be in the UK because of what the British Migration act of 1983 says. It says something beyond the lines of Children born overseas to British parents or Married British mother and Father has the right to be in the UK.

British citizenship by descent"British citizenship by descent" is the category for the children born outside the UK or an Overseas Territory to a British citizen. Rules for acquiring British citizenship by descent depend on when the person was born.
From 1983[A child born outside the UK on or after 1 January 1983 (or outside a British Overseas Territory on or after 21 May 2002) automatically acquires British citizenship by descent if either parent is a British citizen otherwise than by descent at the time of the child's birth.

• At least one parent must be a British citizen otherwise than by descent.

It doesn't matter if Australia has 40C temperatures,  good jobs, more houses. I hate the shit out of Australia and I am proud to have wiped my anus with an Australian passport and spat on the Australian Imperialist Den of Spies embassy in Copenhagen.

So if I had obtained British Citizenship by BLOOD, Then I might as well Emigrate to Sweden sometime in 2018, live there for 5 years until I become a Swedish Citizen. Brexit is Looming and I don't want to be living in a country that is outside of Schengen.

Hard Brexit won't happen, because what about the Norwegian and Icelandic's who are EEA but they can still do their own things within the EU.

Once I get to 100 nations, go from Cairo to Cape Town, visit South America. I will retire from travel and spend the rest of my days in Sweden


P.S I think Swedish people are allot more smarter, cleaner and thinner than British people.

Retake the Tran Siberian.

Okay I took the Trans Siberian from Vladivostok to Moscow in Nov 2016. I want to take it again but its going to be Trans Mongolian. I want to go back to Russia, meet my friend Artyom in his town of Orenburg (it takes 2-3 days from Moscow) and then go all the way onto Ulan Ude.

I got off the train here in November to get some food. I would love to get off the train and enter MONGOLIAN FROM HERE

Anyway I will end this blog post on a high. I really do miss my relatives in Australia but sometimes I just think its not worth spending 500 quid for 2 weeks when I could go somewhere else in the world and add more countries. I could have came home to see Stevie Nicks but my Father said work in London and go to Georgia.

I might come home to Australia for 2 week but it might not be untill the 3rd or 4th quater. But then there are just some days in life that I am not happy of what I am doing and I want to get out of the UK. But I don't want to Australia and live there again, because that will fuck up all my other dreams I have written about in this blog.

I am lucky to be living in London, living in hostels, only spending less than 50 quid a week (when I don't count my bills). But somedays its the NHS policy of you having to chance doctors everytime you move that really pisses me off!

I never really like to write much personal family stuff on my blog. I have already talked shit about that New Zealand Cousin who never supported me in moving to the UK.

If my Mother did ever read this website, she would be spewing!

I traveled overland from Vladivostok to London in November-December 2016 in the hope of having Christmas with my Dad's family in Middlesbrough. It had been 4 years since I found my Fathers family online and I always wanted to be in Middlesbrough at Christmas.

Well it all got fucked up big time!

My Uncle Keith had guests over at his house over X-mas eve/ Xmas day

Uncle Keith son Paul didn't respond to my facebook messages. All I wanted was a YES OR A NO! 

My cousin Carla never got back to me if I could stay in her lounge over X-mas eve/Day/ Boxing day. I tried to call her, no answer, I emailed her on FB no responce. She appologies after X-mas and I forgave her.

so with this cold shoulder in mind. I spent Christmas alone in Glasgow. I booked into the disgusting St. Enoch Hotel where I had to deal with a cunt of a Scot whom I guess was homeless (or living in this hotel LONG TERM)

If you are going to stay at this former flop house then do not stay in room 3 where there is an ugly old Scottish man living there long term who with criticize you on the smallest of details in your life and your possessions.

Avoid at all cost. I started itching when I got on the beds. So If I went from one hostel in Edinburgh (where I didn't itch) and I start itching at this flop house. then their must be bed bugs

I ended up staying in Tartan Lodge on the other side of town. I was in Glasgow for a few days over X-mas. I was going to live in this city, but this place never really connected me.  I was hoping to meet up with a Scottish cousin I had never met (Great Aunts Grand Daughter) but she never had the time to visit me. I am glad she gave me notice but unlike my scumbag Anthony family in Middlesbrough I just think its fucking retarded not to let an Australian Born ANTHONY come over for Christmas

I waited for 4 years to have a Christmas in Middlesbrough and It got fucked over thanks to you lot. So you know what, I will never ever spend Christmas in Middlesbrough at all. As a matter of fact I am  disgusted with my Middlesbrough family who have no balls whatsoever to get on a bus and travel for 6 hours to see me when I lived in Birmingham. I sat on a bus for 6 hours to get to Middlesbrough and I did that so many times in 4 years!


Sadly this was the last time I would ever wish my Grandma Joyce  a Happy Christmas. She died in June 2017 age 87 and I wasn't allowed to go to the funeral (or any of my other Cousins) even though her stupid Grandson attended with his Malayan wife.

I just no longer give 2 shits about Middlesbrough and I fell out with my Anthony family after that passing. I still communicate with some family in Middlesbrough/Newcastle. But I would rather just be on a flight to Beirut than a 6 hour bus to Middlesbrough.

In the end I would have preferred to have Christmas in Aberdeen with my Cousin Lisa or Christmas in Guernsey with my cousin Charles or even Christmas in Cambridge with my cousin Lesley! All my cousins were away from home in Christmas 2017 so I went to Malta and met up with an Australian lady
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If you love the 80's then you bloody well will love Tokyo Taboo

On the 2nd of January 2018 I got off the train in London Liverpool Street and walked all the way to work without catching a bus or a train. A few days before hand I took a 1 stop on the tube to get to London Liverpool street and it cost me £2.40. 

I was outraged that I could go from Edmonton Green all the way to Brent Cross for £1.50 but one stop cost me the price of an expensive cup of Costa's Coffee

After work I took two buses to get back to my hostel where I checked in for a 2 week stay. I decided that In January 2018 I would avoid using the London Underground Service for a whole month and to see how much  £££ I can save

So lets say Its a 8 mile journey between the hostel and my job. It takes 2 buses to get to work with a change in Tottenham Court Road. Because I transfer from one bus to another I only spend £1.50

In total I spent like £3 to get to work. the most you will spent in London (if you just take buses) is around £4.50. So £15 a week going to and from work on the bus.

Now another handy hack in London is that if you live near an OVERGROUND station, you pay less using it than the tube. So If I remember it costs like £1.50-1.70 each way between Seven Sisters and  Liverpool Street

I must warn you all that the buses do tend to take longer to get there. I spent less than an hour getting to work, but then 2 hours getting home from work in the afternoon thanks to Traffic near Oxford Circus!