Here are my top 10 Travel Moments of 2015
1) Getting my photo taken at Parliament Haus Port Moresby
I was given 2 weeks off work in March/April this year. I wasn't going to spend 2 weeks in Sydney doing jack shit. So I decided to go see my father in Cairns. While in Cairns, I got out to Port Moresby for 2 days and I got to see everything I wanted to see in the capital.
My favourite part of Port Moresby was going inside Parliament Haus and getting my photo taken in the chamber. I have only ever been inside the Parliament of Australia and Andorra.
This Haus was so much fun. You all need to stop wasting your time visiting Bali and go visit Port Moresby instead!
In 2014 I was grateful to meet Archbishop Murphy Pakim from Kuala Lumpur. On the way to London in July I stopped over in Kota Bharu to visit him. I stayed at the Lady of Fatima Church in the heart of town.
The next day Archbishop Murphy, Sr Carol and myself went out to a Military base for Catholic Mass to all the wives and children of the Malaysian Military. About 15 mothers and children were crammed into a unit where they got to hear to word of god on Saturday. Afterwoods AB Murphy blessed all the Catholic occupant units.
On my 2nd day in London, I travelled out of London to Gravesend In the hope of meeting Beverly from BBC “My Granny the Escort”. Beverly was busy that day so I had to go back to Gravesend 2 weeks later to see her.
It was a fun time seeing a 65 year old working lady and to me she wasn't really a GILF, Beverly is a GREAT GILF.
I never though in my life I would ever get into bed with a 65 yr old English lass. The oldest women I ever slept with before then was about 63 in Sydney.
After 40 minutes I had made a new friend in England.
This was my 4th visit to the British Isles since 2011. But I had never gone across the Irish sea to visit Dublin. Nor had I ever visited Wales.
For 15GBP Megabus got me all the way to Holyhead and then I took the 3 hour ferry to Dublin.
All the other morons who drove to Holyhead had to pay about 25 Quid just to get on the ferry.
I had only ever been to one exhibition on music and that was in Birmingham during June 2011.
This time I went to a permanent museum about Irish music and I had so much fun there.
Rehearing with a bass guitar, running on stage to open for U2. Hell I ever got my review published online.
I had been dying to visit Sarawak after 2 visits to Malaysia. I finally made it across to the Borneo part of Malaysia. When I arrived in Kuching I just thought to myself: Man this is so much peaceful than Kuala Lumpur.
I spent a whole day in Kuching where I got to find all the famous colonial buildings built when Sarawak was an Independent Kingdom run by the Brooke's clan.
Finding Fort MARGHERITA on the other side of the river was amazing. It took me many boat rides to get across the river. But once I found it I felt like a true fan of British Colonialism.
If one of your friend tells you that he is going to visit Croatia, then tell him to pay a visit to Vukovar. It’s a really sad town on the Danube river. Vukovar felt the huge impacts of the Croatian War of Independence.
The town was overrun by Yugoslav forces, many people were killed and the towns water tower was shelled some 600 times but it didn't fall down.
But near the water town is an apple tree where the freshest apples of Croatia can be picked by anyone.
Arriving in London on the 6th August 2015 was a lot more horrible than the day I was late for my NI # interview. The tube workers were all on strike. So I had to walk from Victoria to Whitechapel in order to get my NI number.
I eventually made it to my NI # interview and I obtained one 4 weeks later(after I left the UK).
The overground trains were still running so I was able to get a train up to Camden down and attend the gig.
- Death Angel were awesome, but they didn't play any older 80’s material
- I wasn't that interested in Armoured Saint.
Although I do wish Todd was still in Crimson Glory as I will always kick myself for visiting India on Independence Day instead of seeing them in Amsterdam.
Since June 2011 I had always wanted to live in Birmingham for any period of time. Once I arrived back in Birmingham I had arragned a property to inspect. I was living in Bearwood just 3 miles west of the city centre.
I had to go back to Australia to look after my mother after her heart operation. But I would have stayed longer if those wankers at the Hilton Hotel Metropole or Strada Mailbox had given me a fucking job.
I did get a job at Aston University but the chef swore at me just for asking for more ravioli and he said outloud “I AM SICK OF MAKING ALL THESE FUCKING DISHES”. I might go back to Birmingham in the future to work there but I just felt like I blew my chances.
I came back to Australia on the 28th of August. Since my Auntie was still living with us I had to go hide in a Kings Cross hostel before my flight to Cairns.
I stayed at the Blue Chilli backpackers and It was pretty cool. Except there were no utencies to eat food or even plates to use.
I left to live with my Father for a week until my Auntie left Sydney.