Superman Versus Buddha

Yesterday contained two equally surreal and enjoyable yet vastly different experiences. The first was a visit to the White Temple, a temple that has, according to the architect, fused traditional Thai art with paintings of contemporary scenes and images of both real and fictitious influencing characters.

In the main temple building, amongst the standard paintings of Buddha are images of Superman, Spiderman and Neo from the Matrix. Even George Bush and Osama Bin Laden make an appearance within the eyes of Buddha himself. 

Now, I know there is a certain level of respect that should be maintained whilst in a place of worship, but amongst the giggles, I couldn't help but wonder, "who would win in a fight- Superman or Buddha?" Technically, the only thing that can defeat Superman is kryptonite, but then again Buddha could easily just magic some up with a crinkle of his nose. So what if superman, spiderman, neo and Osama bin laden all joined forces to defeat Buddha? Now you're just being silly; everyone knows that those four would never team up together. It was at that point that I decided I should probably stop daydreaming and leave before security forcibly removed me. 

The second event of the day was the Chiang Rai Music Festival. People came from around the...well, province, to see top Thai talent such as Rastafarah and Joyboy. 

The festival had all the standard attractions that wouldn't seem out of place at Glasto or Leeds. Amongst the ferris wheel (that wasn't working) and the bouncy castle (which I had one foot on before swiftly walking off in disgust after being told of the 75p price tag) was a giant elephant constructed out of water bottles. And if you were wondering, yes, the elephant was anatomically correct. And yes I got a couple of immature photos.

Maybe if Superman had the water bottle elephant on his side....

Lots of love to all,

Jonny x x x

My First Encounter With Prison Life

Now, before you begin to worry (or speculate) about what illegal activities I have been engaging in, let me first inform you that I actually chose to go to prison today. And it wasn't just any old jail, oh no. It was Chiang Mai's notorious women's prison. Ok, notorious was an exaggeration.

And what, you may ask, was I doing in a women's prison for an hour? Well, I was being poked, prodded and stretched in all the most peculiar ways. By an inmate. That's right, I got a criminal massage.

For about 4 quid I received a rough and fairly intimate massage from one of the female prisoners. The service is part of their rehabilitation training program and the money goes directly to the prisoners to use after their release.

The prisoners/masseurs are all within 6 months of release and I wanted to ask the woman who gave me my massage whether her story had a happy ending. But I thought asking a Thai woman about happy endings was probably an avenue I didn't want to explore.

Since I last posted a blog, I have been down to Koh Samui, Koh Phagnan (full moon party island) and Koh Tao (full moon recovery island). Full moon was an awesome night- the highlight being, as those who saw my status update will already know, the genius artwork I had on my back. Painted in neon colours were the words "FULL MOOO-N" and the picture of a cow. Hilarity ensued. The amount of people I had coming up to me that night going "that is one extremely funny pun you've got there on your back" was, well at least 3.

From Koh Tao, I made the epic 31 hour journey (by motorbike, ferry, bus, train and tuk tuk) to Chiang Mai  where I am now. Tomorrow Im beginning a 3 day trekking adventure and in a week or so I will be heading to Laos for the sole reason of floating inebriated down a river in a black rubber ring. Can not wait!

Love to you all

Jonny x x x

Teacher, Leave Those Kids Alone

After more than three weeks at a school in a town two hours north of Bangkok, Teacher Jonathan is no more.

I had an awesome time at the school and the kids were great. In the least paedophilic way possible, they were all very, very cute.

Having now left the school, I feel that the I have left a lasting impact on the kids' abilities to speak English. After the first week they had mastered bookkeeping and by the end of the third, many were reciting passages from Shakespeare.

Okay, I am exaggerating slightly. Really, they were able to say such profound wisdoms as "yesterday I went to ayuttaya an I go swimming" or "tomorrow I go to school with friends". Personally, I'd actually prefer to hear these kinds of stories than a Macbeth or an Othello. But thats just me. Music may well be the food of love, William, but going to Bangkok to play ping pong is far more interesting.

Enough of that nonsense, I was meant to tell you what Im up to. I've spent the last 3 nights in Bangkok (one night included going to a Muay Thai boxing match which was incredible!) and tonight Im travelling to Phuket where ill be spending just the one night. After that its Phi Phi for two nights, a couple more on Koh Samui before heading to Koh Phagnan for full moon.

Alright, back to the nonsense. (Is it obvious I dont structure my blogs very well? ) Given the name of the blog, I thought it only right to mention how Israeli Thailand really is. Walking down the streets of Bangkok you bump into some big, big Jews as you pass delis, cafes, travel agents and shops all with big neon signs in Hebrew. I even stumbled across an Israeli restaurant serving bagels, chicken soup and other such delights. Needless to say it was the only restaurant on the road with an armed guard sitting outside.

Enough for now.

Love to you all

Jonny x x x

(A)Musings from Thailand

My Town

The town in which I am currently staying is a small town with few western luxuries. There is one 7/11, one swimming pool and one internet cafe. It also has one of the largest statues of Buddha in Thailand at almost 100m high. As the old Thai proverb goes... "A town is not a town without a golden Godzilla sized statue of his divine holiness". Or words to that effect.

During the week I am teaching at a school 20 minutes away by bicycle. You can forget the peculiar spotted seat designs and leaves-on-track delays of the packed northern line. The only thing that may stop me from getting to school would be an elephant-on-path delay. It hasn't happened to me yet, but I've heard it is a distinct possibility. It would certainly trunkate my journey.

Amusing Monks

The journey to school passes by a local temple and it is not uncommon to see orange tunic clad monks going about their duties. However, rather than praying or cleaning their statues of Buddha or doing other "holy" things, I have on several occassions seen them going about more mundane tasks. For example, one morning I saw one monk mowing the lawn and another morning I saw one clambering up a telephone poll, attempting to fix the wires, as another looked on, barking instructions. I do not think it is possible to describe quite how surreal these sights really are. It is at least comforting to know that being a devout follower of big B does not exempt onself from the most menial of chores.

Continuing my education in Buddhism, last weekend I attended the party and ceremony of a boy becoming a monk; although the focus was certainly more slanted towards the party. The drinking and dancing started early- when we arrived at 8am the beer was already flowing and by 10am the whisky was cracked open. I did not mind the drinking; it was the dancing that got to me. We danced for half an hour in the baking heat as we made our way to the temple for the "monkhood" ceremony. The majority of that time consisted of staggering old men smelling of whisky either coming up to us to "help" us with out dancing (this included a full hands on hips grope which I wasnt all that comfortable with) or them dragging us to their middle-aged daughters/sisters/cousins/wives in a bid to pair us off with the most unattractive and desperate women they could find. They were basically acting as pimps. Primark pimps: They had a stock of cheap tat - all made in Asia - and only the larger sizes were left.

The Real Thailand

Without wanting to sound too "gap yah" ish, I am enjoying how unlike typical tourist Thailand the town in which I am living is. An abscence of hot showers and western food helps to enhance the idea that I am experiencing a part of Thailand that few travellers get to.

Having said all that.... In just over 2 weeks I'll be heading to the full moon party on Koh Phagnan where I plan to fully and unashamedly reimmerse myself in all the western comforts I have been deprived of recently. It will be an orgy of pizzas, burgers, hot showers, and conversations in English. If anyone reading this is going to be there (November 21st) then be sure to let me know!

Lots of love to everyone

Jonny x x x

The End of Africa

Well, not literally of course.

It is merely the end of my 10 week sojourn through 7 Southern African countries. But that isn't such a dramatic and attention-grabbing title for a blog, is it? Bit of a mouthful too.

The 10 weeks have absolutely flown by. Here are some of the highlights:

• Shark Diving - I was a bit cagey about it at first. In the end, it was totally Jawesome.

• Coffee Bay - I had a latte fun here. 

• Walking with lions - It was a once in a lifetime experience. I did it twice.

• The Apartheid Museum in Johannesburg - It made things so clear for me. So black and white. 

• The Bungy Jump - It had its ups and downs.

Of course, there have been a lot more highlights. They were just a tad harder to think cheap jokes up about.

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And so tomorrow I fly to Asia. To Thailand. To Bangkok.

A whole different continent, with different people, different cultures, and most importantly: different approaches to the art of making chocolate muffins.

I can almost hear your fears now. You're thinking: "Oh please Jonny, do not let your journey to new, foreign lands affect the way in which you enrich our lives with stories and countless mildly humourous anecdotes." "We can not live without your poor puns and cheap one-liners."

Do not fear. Leaving Africa will not signal an end to the low quality humour that emanates from this blog. The jokes will continue to ooze out of the blog like toxic sludge oozes out of Hungary. I'd say they are equally well recieved and appreciated.

So bring it on Asia! I am ready to take whatever you throw at me and I will bat it straight back.

Except malaria. There's no batting back malaria.

So, until my first Asian blog... Noodles!

Sorry, Toodles!

Lots of love,

Jonny x x x

The Weird and Wonderful People I Have Met Travelling

Hello beautiful people.

It has been almost two weeks since we last spoke. Two weeks! Can you believe that? You must be craving your blog fix, so grab yourself a cup of tea, settle down and enjoy...

The last few places that I have visited have generally been beach towns and thus the amount of amount of extreme activities that could inspire a humorous blog have been rather limited. Thus for this post, I thought I would approach it from a different angle and describe to you some of the weird and wonderful people I have met travelling so far.

Wayne, the American Psycho

Whilst waiting for the Baz Bus from Plettenburg Bay to Port Elizabeth I got chatting to an American guy. The bus was late and so this seemed like a valid way to pass the time. Oh, how naive I was. Wayne seemed incredibly normal. He was from Seattle, he used to work for Panasonic, and now was travelling around South Africa for just a few weeks. I asked him what he did for a living, and he said "I write." "Oh" I said, "What about?". "THE END OF THE WORLD". 

The next half an hour consisted of him describing to me his theory about how we are all the same people and that the concept of having different nations divided us and was the cause of all wars. Two pages of my journal are now full of his scribblings explaining this. He also told me that he now lives in Columbia, and when I asked why, he mysteriously said "...its related."

I actually saw him on the bus again yesterday. This time I kept the questions to a minimum.

Neil (Behind the Wheel)

Neil is a Baz Bus driver who I had three, possibly four times. He was a great driver and a funny guy who enjoyed the odd practical joke. On my last journey with him, I was the only one on the bus and sat up front with him. We had a good old chin-wag, in which he explained how he used to be in a gang in Cape Town. Fair enough. He also told me how he once drove straight into a sign post. It was at that point that I put my seat belt on.

Lucky - The Unlucky South African 

In my dorm room in Port Elizabeth, I had just lay down in bed when Lucky, a 20 something South African stumbled in through the door, reeking of weed. Once again I made the mistake of asking him what he does for a living. What ensued was a 20 minute demonstration of his "art" which really just consists of juggling one stick by holding two other sticks. In the first few minutes he dropped the stick several times - he really wasn't very good. Despite this he seemed enthusiastic about his skill and he showed me pictures of his time on South Africa's Got Talent. Apparently, he went out in the third round. Not so Lucky then.

Peter- The Old Belgian Wizard

Ok, so he wasnt really a wizard. Peter just looked like one. He had long white hair and an even longer white beard. Honestly, when I walked into my dorm in Coffee Bay, I could have sworn it was Gandolf.

Peter was in his late 50s and had been smoking for 35 years. He was now trying to quit smoking. His solution to quitting? Using "special herbs" because they apparently help to clear your lungs. Right. Maybe they were magic herbs from middle earth. Maybe it was just weed. 

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Asides from meeting all of these special people, I have actually done a couple of things since the last blog. Here's a quick summary:

• Played beach volleyball in Cintsa. In the intervals, free wine was provided. I found that the correlation between wine drunk and the standard of play was, in fact, a positive one.

• In Coffee Bay, I had my first surf lesson. By the end of the lesson I was standing on the board and was practically a professional. Now all I need is a shell necklace and some long blonde locks. Just call me Chad.

• Also in Coffee Bay, I ate with and danced with locals in their village. We also went cliff jumping. Just call me Cliff?

• Hiked to Hole in the Wall. It, quite literally is a hole in a rather big wall. The highlight of that day was rewarding myself after the hike with a large chocolate muffin. That leads me nicely on to the mission updates...

Mission 1: The muffin after Hole in the Wall was good, but its lack of chocolate chip chunks seriously let it down. I am still searching for the best muffin in Africa. There was an incident with a chocolate rice krispy cake, but that is best not talked about.

Mission 2: No more shower gels have been donated to hostel bathrooms. I'm sorry Africa, I feel like i'm letting you down.


Until next time....

Lots of love to all,

Jonny x x x

A Tribute to Luke James Howard

So it appears I need to update you on a few bits and pieces

Luke, who I have been travelling for the last 7 weeks with, left about an hour ago in a cab destined for the airport and is flying home tonight.

The injury he sustained bungy jumping, which I told you was just a sprained ankle, turned out to be a little more serious. He broke his foot and will now be spending the next 3 months on crutches. It wasn't until we reached Cape Town (and a proper doctor) that we found out it had been completely mis-diagnosed in Zambia and Zimbabwe and he had been hobbling around for 3 weeks (and abseiling table mountain) on a broken foot.

Unfortunately for him it has meant he has had to cut his trip short by 3 weeks and it means that I will be travelling to Jo'burg alone.

When thinking of things that I will miss about the big man, what comes to mind first is not being able to sing "One leg, you've only got one leg" to him anymore. I will genuinely miss being able to sing that song- it amused me for at least a week. Perhaps I should scout out the local hospital and find someone with actually just one leg, so that they can enjoy my song. Hmmm. Perhaps not.

One thing I wont miss however is when walking down the street with Luke every second person would ask how his injury occurred and consequently Luke would have to explain (and I would have to listen to) the same damn story. The conversation would typically take this format:

"Ahhh shit bruu, what happened to your leg"
"I broke my foot"
"Ahhh shame shame. How did it happen?"
"Bungy jumpinh in Vic Fals."
*Shocked Expression* "Ahhh no way bruu. Shame, shame. So what actually happened?"
"They didnt strap my left foot tight enough and on the first rebound, the bone broke and the surrounding tendons tore." *Cue illustration of bone breaking using hands*

There were a couple of funny reactions to Luke's foot, such as one lady asking if he hit the floor (she genuinely asked that) and one guy saying "well, some people come to Africa and just don't understand how tough it is." Yeah, ok mate.

But enough about Luke, this is my blog!

For our last night in Cape Town we headed to Green Point Stadium for a clash of two of South Africa's footballing heavyweights. Ajax Cape Town Vs The Platinum Stars! Yeah, those two well known teams. The stadium was impressive- its a 64,000 seater and it was host to one of the World Cup semi finals. It would have been even more impressive if there had been 64,000 people in the stadium. In truth, there was probably only 3,000. The standard of football was poor- probably league two standard. It was like watching Southend play Gillingham. With vuvuzelas. Bloody vuvuzelas.

From Cape Town we embarked upon our first Baz Bus journey. The Baz Bus is a hop on, hop off bus company which stops off at numerous towns and hostels , making it very easy to travel around South Africa. For Luke, it was quite literally hop on, hop off.

Since then, the main highlight of the trip is without doubt riding (and almost killing) an ostrich. At the ostrich farm we went to there was the option of riding an ostrich, so without hestiation I planted myself firmly on the back of the big bird. As I held on to its wings tightly, two guys pushed the ostrich so that it would run around the enclosure. They then told me to jump off, and after I gracefully dismounted, the ostrich just collapsed. It was as if the weight of my backside had been to much for it to handle. There was a moment where I thought that maybe I did in fact exceed the 75kg limit and that maybe, because of that, I had broken the ostrich's back! Luckily it got to it's feet fairly quickly. However, whether or not it will be heading to a chiropractor soon, I do not know.

Last night was Luke's last night. We went out for Chinese, which we both thought was rather fitting for his last night in Africa. Afterwards we watched the film "Its Complicated". It wasnt complicated, it was shit.

So that brings you up to speed. I'll be heading off to Port Elizabeth in a few hours time, but beofre I leave I must inform you of the two missions that I have undertaken.

The first mission is to source out the best chocolate muffin in Africa. I have had several already, although none have truly stood out.

The second mission is to donate as many shower gels to the people of Africa as I can. I am already on my fourth shower gel after leaving the previous 3 (on purpose of course) in various hostels. Screw you Geldof, I'm saving this continent - one wash at a time.

Lots of love to all

Jonny x x x

Back in South Africa - Loving Cape Town

Hello loved ones.

Its been almost two weeks since we last spoke, and thus I have a fair bit to catch you up on.

I last left you in Swakopmund - an old Germany colonial town in Namibia. Aside from the sandboarding in Swakopmund, we also spent a couple of days exploring the town. Swakopmund is a pretty seaside town with some impressive buildings and enticing bakeries. There was only one problem with Swakopmund, and it is a problem that is shared by Germany. There were just too many Germans. Luckily, we didn't go to the beach and therefore avoided any possible towel-on-sunbed related incidents.

From Swakopmund to Cape Town we stopped off at various different places, although none of them interesting enough to warrant their own paragraph. The first was Fish River Canyon- allegedly the second largest canyon in the world. It was massive. Another stopover was in Stellenbosch- a town that exists primarily for its production of wine. Its wine-tasting tours are world-famous. I didn't do the tour though.

We finally arrived in Cape Town on Saturday and that marked the end of our 5 week trip with Kumuka, and the beginning of our 5 week independent travel through South Africa.

In the 4 days that we have been in Cape Town we have packed a lot in. We reached the summit of Table Mountain- aided in only the slightest by a cable car- on Saturday afternoon.

On Sunday we jumped in a hire care with a couple of friends and drove around the peninsula to the Cape of Good Hope - the most south westerly point on the African continent. I've now done the big two: Ive reached the highest point in Africa and the most south-westerly point. What else is there to do?

We also stopped off to visit a penguin colony. Apparently, this species of penguins used to be called "Jackass penguins". I didn't understand why though, as I didn't catch them doing any death defying stunts - they couldn't even fly!

On Monday we travelled to a small town called Gansbrai with the sole purpose of going shark cage diving. Thats right, we only bloody swam with Great White Sharks! As we floated in a cage, just over the side of the boat, the crew attracted the sharks to the boat. When they approached, someone would shout "Down!" and you would have to pull yourself underwater to see a 5m long Great White swim right next to you! On a couple of occasions they even attacked the cage, which was a little scary to say the least.

I thought it was ironic that normally it is humans seeing animals in their cages but this time it was as if the sharks were coming to see us in our cage. I reckoned the sharks would have been thinking how sad it was to see humans in captivity and not in the wild. I thought that was a pretty humorous observation. Apparently I was just being silly.

Yesterday we took the short ferry trip over to Robben Island. Robben Island was used as a prison during the days of apartheid and was where they kept the political prisoners such as Nelson Mandela. Despite popular belief, the island is not named after the Dutch winger and nor is it the sidekick of a bigger and more popular island callled Batman Island. That joke wasnt well recieved first time round, so hopefully its wit will come across better over the internet.

As for today, Im having a pretty Jewish day. I had a shawarma for lunch and will be heading off any minute now to have a look round the biggest synagogue in South Africa and the holocaust museum. Bet you're jealous.

Lots of love

Jonny x

Bungee Jump to Sand Boarding and Everything in Between

So, where did I leave you? Oh, thats right at Victoria Falls.

After white water rafting on the Zambezi I thought I would try to kill myself in an even more extreme and extravagant fashion- I jumped off the bridge that connects Zimbabwe to Zambia not once, but three times. We did the Flying fox (a zip line that was really just a warm up for the main event), a bungee jump and a bridge swing. The bungee jump was incredible, so exhilirating! Not once did I worry about the Zimbabwean health and safety conditions nor the quality of hospitals should anything unfortunate happen. The good news is that I survived the jumps. The less good news is that Luke did not.

Ok, that sounded a little dramatic. He didnt die or anything, simply sprained his ankle. To be honest, Im just glad he went after me, because if i had seen him do that, who knows whether I would have jumped or not.

Later that day, with Luke hobbling along we crossed over to Zambia for the day to do a Microlight flight over the Falls. The microlight is basically a golf buggy with a propellor, and so did not instill a great deal of confidence in me. The views were flippin spectacular.

Since then, we have travelled through Botswana and we are currently in Swakopmund, Namibia. Botswana was (unsuprisingly) noticeably more prosperous than Zimbabwe. Despite this, most of our time there was spent camping in the bush in the Okavango Delta. This meant a hole in the ground for a toilet and the Delta water (crocodiles and hippos included) as a bath tub.

As for Namibia, it has been by far the best country for Safari-ing. We spent two nights at Etosha National Park and were able to see the big 5 plus a lot more. The campsites were situated around floodlit waterholes and so at night we were able to sit, beer in hand, and watch the animals. On the first night we were even able to see a leopard which had previously eluded us.

As well as the leopard, the other main highlight was seeing a lion kill. We watched as a big male lion crept up on a sleeping/possibly injured/possibly deaf young hyena. It then proceeded to pounce and break its neck. We heard the neck snap- Gruesome but awesome.

Since then we also visited a cheetah farm where we were able to walk with, pet and see the feeding of the cheetahs. It all went by pretty quickly really.

As for today, we just got back from Sanboarding - this consisted of us pelting ourselves down 100m high sand dunes at 70kph+ on a fairly flimsy board - the Kalahari Ferrari, as our instructors called it. The speed was incredible, hiking back up the dunes and later removing the sand from every nook and cranny was less amusing.

So that brings me to now. Here I am in an internet cafe in Swapokmund, Namibia, with a painfully slow internet connection. I'd better go, got 7 minutes of internet left, and I need to find out how on earth Spurs were able to sign Van der Vaart!

Love to all x x x

From Jo'Burg to Vic Falls- The Two Week Trip Is Over

Wow, it's been a long time since I was on here. Let me first apologise for the lack of contact- Don't blame me, blame Mugabe and the lack of internet cafes in Africa. Theres so much to update you on, I do not know where to start.

I'll try at the beginning.

The first stop since my last post was Kruger National Park. Kruger is a massive safari park- bigger in size than Wales. It also has a lot more giraffes than Wales. We saw 4 of the big 5- only the leopard eluded us.

From there we headed to Mozambique. We spent about a week there, mostly sunbathing (ok, you got me, sitting in the shade reading my book. Our time in Mozambique didn't start off too well however when just over the border, when stopped for lunch on the roadside, there was an attempted burglarly on our truck. Two kids tried to get in, but luckily there was a cop near by to catch one of them. We were then able to witness the African justice system first hand, when our guide Mufaro was given the freedom by the cop to rough him up a bit.

Oh, I also went quadbiking in Mozambique- that was cool.

For the last 5 days or so we have been in Zimbabwe. Despite what you here in the media, its actually a lovely country with amazing scenery and friendly people.

At the moment I'm sitting in an internet cafe in Victoria Falls town. The falls are incredible. Lots and lots of water suprisingly. This morning we did a bit of white water rafting on the mighty Zambezi. It was the most adrenaline-filled awesome experience. Next time youre in Zimbabwe, check it out!

My computer is flashing with 2 minutes of internet left, so i'd better wrap up. Off on Monday to Botswana, I hope youre eagerly anticipating that installement of the blog.

Lots of love to you all

Jonny x x x

The First Few Days

Hello again.

I'm sitting in an internet cafe in a town called Nellsborough. It was one of the host cities for the World Cup, but we're only stopping here for an hour and a half on our way from Jo'burg to Hazyview - a town just outside Kruger Park.

To kill time here, I'm going to recount all the interesting things of note that I have encountered so far.

- Heathrow Terminal 1 has A LOT of WHSmiths. I counted 5. Another one was being constructed

- On the plane, I sat next to a lovely woman called Ana. She gave me chocolate cookies, some menthos sweets, a Schwepps, tips on where to go in Durban, and 20 Rand. All I could offer were fruit pastilles. At first she politely declined, but I was able to later force them upon her.

- My drive from Airport to Hotel was called Sepa. He was an Arsenal fan, and his favourite African player was Adebayor. Unbeleivably, despite these problems, he was a nice guy.

- Today we left the hotel at 7.30 to start our mere 10 hour bus ride. 5 hours in, here I am, talking to you.

Lots of love to everyone!

Jonny x

T Minus Two Days

Hello everyone. 


This is my gap year blog.


This blog will be the place for anyone interested in my wellbeing and my whereabouts to find out exactly what I have been up to during my year out. It will also be the place for the majority, who are less than enthusiastic about my exploits abroad, to chuckle at the sad and pathetic jokes that will no doubt be finding their way in to each and every post. 


I decided to get this blog started early (I leave on Friday) as, lets face it, it could be a while before I find an internet cafe in Africa. Electricity is a very new concept to Africa. 


With regards to contacting me, I won't be taking my current phone away with me. I'm going to be using a global sim card for the whole year. I'll be putting the number on Facebook soon (I can't actually find it at the moment.)


Contacting me via phone will be expensive, so it would be easier and cheaper to Facebook me, leave a comment on here or... SKYPE me! Add me on Skype- my username is "jonnyfriedman1".


For now, 


Jonny x