Sunday, July 30, 2006
Monday, July 24, 2006
To hell in a golfcart
Went to the driving range for the second time on Sunday. Got the ball to fly through the air as opposed to bouncing along the ground more than 50% of the time so it can't be bad.
"Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast; for it is the number of man; and his number is 666" Book of Revelation, Chapter 13, Verse 8.
These posters were stuck to the wall of the cemetery I passed on the way home; probably something to do with condemning the terrorists.
"Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast; for it is the number of man; and his number is 666" Book of Revelation, Chapter 13, Verse 8.
These posters were stuck to the wall of the cemetery I passed on the way home; probably something to do with condemning the terrorists.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Off Road
I went for a cycle out towards the Colombo Parliament and got side-tracked on the way. Lots of people had stopped by the side of the road to watch something so I scooted over to see what they were looking at. One of the local car importers / retailers was holding an off-road competition to promote their vehicles. There was an entry fee to watch but it worked out at about 55 pence. The setup looks almost professional from the photos but it was fairly random. The quality of the course was on a par with the ones I made in my parents garden to ride my bike round when I was a kid. The bumps and dips were bigger but same principle in general. The passenger in the jeep had to carry a jug of water and I guess the idea was to spill as little as possible. The first guy I saw went pretty slowly over the ruts and generally took his time. The next competitor was a woman who took a faster approach. She wasn't scared of the course and attacked it with speed, the result of which being that her passenger got a good soaking.
The Jeeps were pretty funky and would cost an absolute fortune here in Sri Lanka with the import tax somewhere around 300 or 400%; I'm sticking to my mountain bike and 3 wheel taxis for now. There was also a mountain bike course but I didn't fancy it in my flip flops.
The event attracted an affluent crowd so there was plenty of catering for the spectators, although unlike England there was no beer tent.
The whole thing was situated in the grounds of what I think is an apartment complex. There were also people competing in some sort of rowing competition and a golf course in the background. I hung around for about 45 minutes but as I'm not a lizard and there wasn't much shade decided to head back home before I was cooked.
On the way home I passed the most ghetto shop ever. There are junk shops in most countries but this was more of a "rubbish found at the side of the road" shop. If anyone needs an odd damaged wheel disc, a used flask, or one of an assortment of damaged or broken car parts let me know and I'll pick it up for you. I can also lay my hands on virtually unlimited supplies of broken computer parts and electrical items, which appear to have no value whatsoever but are still displayed for sale in numerous locations.
The Jeeps were pretty funky and would cost an absolute fortune here in Sri Lanka with the import tax somewhere around 300 or 400%; I'm sticking to my mountain bike and 3 wheel taxis for now. There was also a mountain bike course but I didn't fancy it in my flip flops.
The event attracted an affluent crowd so there was plenty of catering for the spectators, although unlike England there was no beer tent.
The whole thing was situated in the grounds of what I think is an apartment complex. There were also people competing in some sort of rowing competition and a golf course in the background. I hung around for about 45 minutes but as I'm not a lizard and there wasn't much shade decided to head back home before I was cooked.
On the way home I passed the most ghetto shop ever. There are junk shops in most countries but this was more of a "rubbish found at the side of the road" shop. If anyone needs an odd damaged wheel disc, a used flask, or one of an assortment of damaged or broken car parts let me know and I'll pick it up for you. I can also lay my hands on virtually unlimited supplies of broken computer parts and electrical items, which appear to have no value whatsoever but are still displayed for sale in numerous locations.
Sunday, July 02, 2006
Hip Hop Hooray
On my last night in Brisbane I went to one of the illest hip hop jams in time. People under the Stairs were on tour, all the way from the City of Angles (LA) and represented with a full on call and response party vibe; one of the best nights out in a long time and it was all down to their showmanship and the music. Hit the spot at about 10pm in time to check the Australian support acts and sup a brew; no need to socialise as the music was banging from the get go. 
The day after the gig I skipped town (and country) and made the flight to Singapore from Brisbane. The first night in Singapore I sat in a bar and watched a football match that I can't remember now. The next day I went into the city. I resisted the urge to spend money and went to find the skatepark.
The skatepark was right in the middle of the city with tower-blocks on all sides. I'd intended to get my skate on, but they were holding a contest that day. The bmxing was on first so I waited around for the skateboarding. The standard of skateboarding was pretty high and the locals weren't fazed by the humidity, which is virtually the same as Sri Lanka. It was overcast but I still managed to get burnt whilst sat around watching the contest and drinking a beer.
On my way back to the hostel I came across a couple more contests; one was for scratch djs and the other was some sort of street dance. The dancing was cheesy but the scratch djs weren't bad. The corporations have figured out they can sell pretty much anything off the back of street culture. It's kind of weird now the underground is overground.
That was the end of my hols and I flew back to Sri Lanka the following day. The strange thing was that coming back into Sri Lanka felt like coming home, but then I guess that's what it is for the moment.
The day after the gig I skipped town (and country) and made the flight to Singapore from Brisbane. The first night in Singapore I sat in a bar and watched a football match that I can't remember now. The next day I went into the city. I resisted the urge to spend money and went to find the skatepark.
The skatepark was right in the middle of the city with tower-blocks on all sides. I'd intended to get my skate on, but they were holding a contest that day. The bmxing was on first so I waited around for the skateboarding. The standard of skateboarding was pretty high and the locals weren't fazed by the humidity, which is virtually the same as Sri Lanka. It was overcast but I still managed to get burnt whilst sat around watching the contest and drinking a beer.
On my way back to the hostel I came across a couple more contests; one was for scratch djs and the other was some sort of street dance. The dancing was cheesy but the scratch djs weren't bad. The corporations have figured out they can sell pretty much anything off the back of street culture. It's kind of weird now the underground is overground.
That was the end of my hols and I flew back to Sri Lanka the following day. The strange thing was that coming back into Sri Lanka felt like coming home, but then I guess that's what it is for the moment.
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