Ah Sihanoukville, just the two days of sun and sea we needed after a tiring two days in Phnom Pehn. A small town in Cambodia and one I definitely reccomend if you're planning a trip out there, I can't imagine anything nicer than spending a day sipping cocktails, eating, soaking up the sand and chilling in the day and then venturing out by boat to snorkel, meet some fish, and visit an island paradise to lie on the beach some more and eat some amazing food.

Yep, heavenly. So enjoy all of these beachy photos. Ah I need some of this right now rather than stressing about end of year exams, but I wil get trhough them, get part of my degree done and then enjoy a long summer whee I'm sure I'll be able to lie on a beach at soome point.

For now, back to this beautiful beach town.

Sihanoukville: Beaches, Snorkelling, and an Island Paradise

Friday, 24 March 2017

Ah Sihanoukville, just the two days of sun and sea we needed after a tiring two days in Phnom Pehn. A small town in Cambodia and one I definitely reccomend if you're planning a trip out there, I can't imagine anything nicer than spending a day sipping cocktails, eating, soaking up the sand and chilling in the day and then venturing out by boat to snorkel, meet some fish, and visit an island paradise to lie on the beach some more and eat some amazing food.

Yep, heavenly. So enjoy all of these beachy photos. Ah I need some of this right now rather than stressing about end of year exams, but I wil get trhough them, get part of my degree done and then enjoy a long summer whee I'm sure I'll be able to lie on a beach at soome point.

For now, back to this beautiful beach town.
February seems like so long ago now that we're 20 days into March but after my second month of taking these photos every day on my little camera I have definitely decided to stick with it. I like the retrospective look at a month almost a month later it makes me grateful for whatever happened. Not only that but film photography is actually ridiculously addictive, I love giving my film in and waiting to see what photos came out and then scanning them all in and having a look. There's something just so warm and rewarding about the process and you get that fuzzy nostalgic feeling about things that only happened a month ago. 
So in this we have two different disposable cameras and you can definitely see the difference, the grain on the second camera is immense but that's because it had 800iso film in and does mean that a lot lot more of my photos came out as oppose to January where half of them didn't! I got 22 out of 28 days of February and though one or two of them were probably missing becuae I actually forgot to take a photo that day it's not a bad track record.
And though I feel like I need think my photos out more for this project rather than going "shit haven't got one for that what can I take?" I kind of like how raw they are and some are a little bit shit, it's nice. I guess it's my way of rejecting the crisp, clean, perfectly lit standard that a lot of bloggers seem to set these days.
I have a love hate relationship with this door.
Ended up at a friends for about three hours more than planned, the bus times went back and forth between 9 and 10 minutes for about 20 but it was a good day.
Picture of my bed sheets and laptop signifying a lazy day in bed
A sleepy friend, we ate Nando's, watched Bee and Puppycat, and then fell asleep watching Rocky Horror
Getting frustrating at coding, I'm not a fan of coding.
New Compact = Selfie time
???
Not very clear picture, but I went on a night out that I don't really remember and split my lip open. (Alcohol is bad kids)
Smashed up car outside a friend's house. Couldn't work out whether it was smashed then parked r smashed while parked. Guess we'll never know.
A picture showing my amazingly coordinated socks. Should've used flash really
A maths lecture, not a fan of matrices
Went to get my January film developed and elan lots about compact cameras.
Graveyard picture on the day of love, my Valentine's day consisted of two trips to the doctor and a nap.
Cute.
A very bad picture of friends in a Seminar.
Japanese class go for Korean food, I ate waay too much but no regrets.
Walked back home trough the graveyard for the first time, much easier going down hill.
Being back home means a double bed, a decent shower, and a room that isn't the size of a cupboard. Was a good weekend.
A dreary day where I went to the beach for outfit photos and only got one because of the torrential rain.
A very blurry picture of my trip into uni
Shrove Tuesday, one of the best days of the year. And Jay had a compact camera too!

So that's it for the Febuary pictures, more pictures of friends and more pcitures that actually came out. i'd call that a success. And onto some good things that happened on the shortest month of the year:
- Took my first set of outfit photos out in public with people around.
- Ate 6 pancakes and then some on Pancake day
- Got a 2:1 on a coding project I was very very worried about
- Vlogged! For the first time in 2017
-Went to an awesome free gig
- had plenty of great times with friends
-Got my first roll of film developed!

February was definitely a good month, a happy month. Here's to the rest of March being good!
How was your February?
Thanks for reading!

2017 in Compact: February

Tuesday, 21 March 2017

February seems like so long ago now that we're 20 days into March but after my second month of taking these photos every day on my little camera I have definitely decided to stick with it. I like the retrospective look at a month almost a month later it makes me grateful for whatever happened. Not only that but film photography is actually ridiculously addictive, I love giving my film in and waiting to see what photos came out and then scanning them all in and having a look. There's something just so warm and rewarding about the process and you get that fuzzy nostalgic feeling about things that only happened a month ago. 
So in this we have two different disposable cameras and you can definitely see the difference, the grain on the second camera is immense but that's because it had 800iso film in and does mean that a lot lot more of my photos came out as oppose to January where half of them didn't! I got 22 out of 28 days of February and though one or two of them were probably missing becuae I actually forgot to take a photo that day it's not a bad track record.
And though I feel like I need think my photos out more for this project rather than going "shit haven't got one for that what can I take?" I kind of like how raw they are and some are a little bit shit, it's nice. I guess it's my way of rejecting the crisp, clean, perfectly lit standard that a lot of bloggers seem to set these days.
I have a love hate relationship with this door.
Ended up at a friends for about three hours more than planned, the bus times went back and forth between 9 and 10 minutes for about 20 but it was a good day.
Picture of my bed sheets and laptop signifying a lazy day in bed
A sleepy friend, we ate Nando's, watched Bee and Puppycat, and then fell asleep watching Rocky Horror
Getting frustrating at coding, I'm not a fan of coding.
New Compact = Selfie time
???
Not very clear picture, but I went on a night out that I don't really remember and split my lip open. (Alcohol is bad kids)
Smashed up car outside a friend's house. Couldn't work out whether it was smashed then parked r smashed while parked. Guess we'll never know.
A picture showing my amazingly coordinated socks. Should've used flash really
A maths lecture, not a fan of matrices
Went to get my January film developed and elan lots about compact cameras.
Graveyard picture on the day of love, my Valentine's day consisted of two trips to the doctor and a nap.
Cute.
A very bad picture of friends in a Seminar.
Japanese class go for Korean food, I ate waay too much but no regrets.
Walked back home trough the graveyard for the first time, much easier going down hill.
Being back home means a double bed, a decent shower, and a room that isn't the size of a cupboard. Was a good weekend.
A dreary day where I went to the beach for outfit photos and only got one because of the torrential rain.
A very blurry picture of my trip into uni
Shrove Tuesday, one of the best days of the year. And Jay had a compact camera too!

So that's it for the Febuary pictures, more pictures of friends and more pcitures that actually came out. i'd call that a success. And onto some good things that happened on the shortest month of the year:
- Took my first set of outfit photos out in public with people around.
- Ate 6 pancakes and then some on Pancake day
- Got a 2:1 on a coding project I was very very worried about
- Vlogged! For the first time in 2017
-Went to an awesome free gig
- had plenty of great times with friends
-Got my first roll of film developed!

February was definitely a good month, a happy month. Here's to the rest of March being good!
How was your February?
Thanks for reading!
This post is less what I learnt in my whole time in Cambodia and more about what one single day taught me.

I wasn't too aware of Cambodia's history before I went there, in school we mainly just learnt that Cambodia was used by the Vietnamese to get from North to South in the Vietnam War and that was only in context to America (yep we do American history in the UK), I'd also done no research on the country, so going into Cambodia I had pretty much no expectation, which in a lot of ways was actually refreshing.
The day I want to talk about is a day spent visiting the Khmer Rouge Memorial site and S21, where I grew more in one single day than I have in any other.


After being in a Cambodia for a few days I had learnt a bit about the Khmer Rouge Regime, and what a disguting thing it had been and how disgustingly innocent people were treated but I didn't quite know the severity. Throughout the day I really did learn the severity and brutality of the whole thing and also the complete injustice about the ending of the regime.

I don't think I've ever sobbed as hard openly in public, I kept it mostly together in the memorial site until I bought incense to light and gave a thought to all of these people who were tortured and killed and I couldn't keep it in anymore. I was just thinking about people who had no power stop any of this happening with no one else doing anything to help them, I was there just hoping they would have another chance at a better life.

But the sobbing in public wasn't what helped me grow, this genocide happened in the 70s, my parents were alive for it and it went on for four years, in two years almost 2 million people were killed. It made me wonder, what would I have done in the situation? As you do when you think about situations like this.

But then I realised that I can see how I'd act in that situation when there's atrocities going on on the other side of the world, because there are. Being in the memorial site of a genocide that took place only 40 years ago made me think about Syria, North Korea, Palestine, and many other countries with thousands if not millions of people struggling. What I'm doing right now about the genocide in Syria, and about the refugee crisis coming from that, reflects what I would of done had I been this age 40 years ago.

And that struck me, I realised that I wasn't being the person I hope I would've in that situation, all I wanted to do was try and make the world a little bit of a better place but had absolutely no idea how. I wasn't doing enough

So it inspired me so much, inspired me to start making changes, because even though I have no idea how to make a big difference yet I can start with small ones. It's why I changed this space, why I switched to ethical fashion, became more determined in my veganism, and started to make more conscious choices about my consumption, my travel, my complaints, daily. Because if I can start by reducing my negative impact on the world that is something. I can start by not supporting companies that exploit child and slave labour; I can start by supporting businesses trying to make a small difference to the world. And I can highlight that all here on my little online space, it's not much but I know that I have more to give.

And it has also made me so so determined to get my degree and grow as a person, so that with education that I am privileged to have access too I can learn how to impact the world in a better way. I can learn how to support people in need.

And talking of privilege that day really made it hit home just how much privilege I have. I knew it was there but it had never sunk in. The fact that I have access to education, a roof over my head, I don't have to worry about going hungry, I don't fear for my life on a daily basis, I am so so lucky to have the life that I have and I want to do something good with it.

Not only that but I want to enjoy it, I have suffered with depression on and off for years and I know that's not something that can just magically disappear forever but it is something I can refuse to give into because given the life I have I can't spend it miserable. I know there are so many people out there that would do anything to be in my shoes, would do anything just to not go hungry and get an education, or to live without fear of airstrikes, so it's not something I want to throw away.
Me and Chum Mey, one of the few survivors from the S-21 Prison. One of the most warm and friendly people I've ever met.
After the memorial site we went to visit S21, which was an old school converted into a torture camp by the Khmer Rouge, and is now a memorial museum, here there were two survivors, two men who had lived through the regime being tortured and still went back to teach people about it, to share their story. They were two of the most inspirational men I've ever met and they were so happy and felt so lucky to be alive and have people who wanted to listen to their story. They spoke no English but still had such an impact on me. And I think a lot their love of life rubbed off on me, although I have struggled over the last six months I have never felt luckier to be alive and more determined to keep going.
Me and Bou Meng, another of the survivors from S-21 and an incredible artist.

So in one day a lot of things finally hit home for me, my privilege, my wish to do something meaningful, but also my cluelessness as to how, I gained a true appreciation for life I've never had before, and realised how much bad there still is in the world. I am thankful for those two men, who survived torture in S21 only to go back every single day and try and educate people, to try and help others like them that survived. I am thankful for so much and this day made me appreciate all of this so much more, so thank you to the people that day that taught me so much.

I still don't feel like I'm doing nearly enough, but I will.

Have any of you ever experienced anything like this? A day where everything clicked? Or one full of immense growth?
That's it for this post, it was a lot about me, so if you wanted to know more about the Khmer Rouge Regime, or these two survivors let me know. I hope you enjoyed and I will see you on Tuesday.
Thanks for reading!

What Cambodia Taught me

Friday, 17 March 2017

This post is less what I learnt in my whole time in Cambodia and more about what one single day taught me.

I wasn't too aware of Cambodia's history before I went there, in school we mainly just learnt that Cambodia was used by the Vietnamese to get from North to South in the Vietnam War and that was only in context to America (yep we do American history in the UK), I'd also done no research on the country, so going into Cambodia I had pretty much no expectation, which in a lot of ways was actually refreshing.
The day I want to talk about is a day spent visiting the Khmer Rouge Memorial site and S21, where I grew more in one single day than I have in any other.


After being in a Cambodia for a few days I had learnt a bit about the Khmer Rouge Regime, and what a disguting thing it had been and how disgustingly innocent people were treated but I didn't quite know the severity. Throughout the day I really did learn the severity and brutality of the whole thing and also the complete injustice about the ending of the regime.

I don't think I've ever sobbed as hard openly in public, I kept it mostly together in the memorial site until I bought incense to light and gave a thought to all of these people who were tortured and killed and I couldn't keep it in anymore. I was just thinking about people who had no power stop any of this happening with no one else doing anything to help them, I was there just hoping they would have another chance at a better life.

But the sobbing in public wasn't what helped me grow, this genocide happened in the 70s, my parents were alive for it and it went on for four years, in two years almost 2 million people were killed. It made me wonder, what would I have done in the situation? As you do when you think about situations like this.

But then I realised that I can see how I'd act in that situation when there's atrocities going on on the other side of the world, because there are. Being in the memorial site of a genocide that took place only 40 years ago made me think about Syria, North Korea, Palestine, and many other countries with thousands if not millions of people struggling. What I'm doing right now about the genocide in Syria, and about the refugee crisis coming from that, reflects what I would of done had I been this age 40 years ago.

And that struck me, I realised that I wasn't being the person I hope I would've in that situation, all I wanted to do was try and make the world a little bit of a better place but had absolutely no idea how. I wasn't doing enough

So it inspired me so much, inspired me to start making changes, because even though I have no idea how to make a big difference yet I can start with small ones. It's why I changed this space, why I switched to ethical fashion, became more determined in my veganism, and started to make more conscious choices about my consumption, my travel, my complaints, daily. Because if I can start by reducing my negative impact on the world that is something. I can start by not supporting companies that exploit child and slave labour; I can start by supporting businesses trying to make a small difference to the world. And I can highlight that all here on my little online space, it's not much but I know that I have more to give.

And it has also made me so so determined to get my degree and grow as a person, so that with education that I am privileged to have access too I can learn how to impact the world in a better way. I can learn how to support people in need.

And talking of privilege that day really made it hit home just how much privilege I have. I knew it was there but it had never sunk in. The fact that I have access to education, a roof over my head, I don't have to worry about going hungry, I don't fear for my life on a daily basis, I am so so lucky to have the life that I have and I want to do something good with it.

Not only that but I want to enjoy it, I have suffered with depression on and off for years and I know that's not something that can just magically disappear forever but it is something I can refuse to give into because given the life I have I can't spend it miserable. I know there are so many people out there that would do anything to be in my shoes, would do anything just to not go hungry and get an education, or to live without fear of airstrikes, so it's not something I want to throw away.
Me and Chum Mey, one of the few survivors from the S-21 Prison. One of the most warm and friendly people I've ever met.
After the memorial site we went to visit S21, which was an old school converted into a torture camp by the Khmer Rouge, and is now a memorial museum, here there were two survivors, two men who had lived through the regime being tortured and still went back to teach people about it, to share their story. They were two of the most inspirational men I've ever met and they were so happy and felt so lucky to be alive and have people who wanted to listen to their story. They spoke no English but still had such an impact on me. And I think a lot their love of life rubbed off on me, although I have struggled over the last six months I have never felt luckier to be alive and more determined to keep going.
Me and Bou Meng, another of the survivors from S-21 and an incredible artist.

So in one day a lot of things finally hit home for me, my privilege, my wish to do something meaningful, but also my cluelessness as to how, I gained a true appreciation for life I've never had before, and realised how much bad there still is in the world. I am thankful for those two men, who survived torture in S21 only to go back every single day and try and educate people, to try and help others like them that survived. I am thankful for so much and this day made me appreciate all of this so much more, so thank you to the people that day that taught me so much.

I still don't feel like I'm doing nearly enough, but I will.

Have any of you ever experienced anything like this? A day where everything clicked? Or one full of immense growth?
That's it for this post, it was a lot about me, so if you wanted to know more about the Khmer Rouge Regime, or these two survivors let me know. I hope you enjoyed and I will see you on Tuesday.
Thanks for reading!

I sign myself up for a lot. My parents warned me at the start of the year that settling into Uni and keeping up this site would not be something I'd find easy, or probably possible, and as far as first term was concerned they were right. It was a struggle and a half, I didn't feel at home, I had panic attacks all the time, I was pretty depressed, I spent a large part of my life asleep and things just weren't going well. But this term I've been almost more consistent than ever, with posting twice a week (even if some posts are a day or two late sometimes). Not only that but I finally feel settled and I'm taking on even more... just before exam season (oops).

Get Your Motivation On

Tuesday, 14 March 2017

I sign myself up for a lot. My parents warned me at the start of the year that settling into Uni and keeping up this site would not be something I'd find easy, or probably possible, and as far as first term was concerned they were right. It was a struggle and a half, I didn't feel at home, I had panic attacks all the time, I was pretty depressed, I spent a large part of my life asleep and things just weren't going well. But this term I've been almost more consistent than ever, with posting twice a week (even if some posts are a day or two late sometimes). Not only that but I finally feel settled and I'm taking on even more... just before exam season (oops).
This post is part of the 'people doing amazing things' series supporting organisations, businesses, and individuals trying to make the world a better place.
After an emotionally difficult morning at the Khmer Rouge memorial site and S21 (which I will talk about in my next post) going for lunch at an organisation doing a bit of good was definitely a perfect idea.
  Sixty Eight percent of Cambodian people are under the age of thirty, and though the enrolment rates for primary education are very high just under half of children don't complete primary school. A lot of this is due to further education being something they just can't afford. This means a lot of young people in Cambodia without basic levels of education and therefore no skills to enter the workforce.

But this is where Friends Creative Tapas comes in, they're a restaurant owned Friends International and run by Mith Samlahn, an organisation working with street children in Phnom Pehn. They work to offer education, training, medical care and shelter for street children and other vulnerable children in Phnom Pehn.
So this restaurant is doing good things, they help over 1,800 children, but is the food any good?
I can safely say, yes it is. The food here is more expensive than anything else I ate in Cambodia, with each tapas ranging from $5-10 but that's still not ridiculous, and I think it was worth it.

The place had a super nice atmosphere, nice staff and definitely felt more upmarket than a lot of places I'd been to. It had quite a western feel to it and you could tell it was catered to tourists; but that's not necessarily a bad thing. A lot of the food was very western  but there were influences on the menu from all over Asia too. And it made me happy because they had plenty of vegan options.
I got the falafel burger but was sat staring at the menu for about ten minutes trying to decide between all the vegan options, I'm not used to having a big choice of food.
The food was really good, especially considering most of the chefs here are trainees, I mean it wasn't the best veggie falafel burger I've ever eaten but it was pretty high up on the list (and it's a very long list). Everyone else on my tour was pretty happy with their food too. If you want a peak at their menu you can view it here.
So if you're every in Phnom Pehn, give Fiends Creative tapas a go, good food for a good cause, not much more I need to say. Friends also have other restaurants and social businesses over Cambodia and you can view a list of all of their businesses right here if you're ever in Cambodia.

I got to visit Friends Creative tapas as part of  a G Adventures trip through Cambodia and Vietnam which you can view here.

Below is the video from my whole time in Phnom Pehn, including some footage of the Restaurant so make sure to give that a watch.
Thanks for reading!

Friends Creative Tapas

Saturday, 11 March 2017

This post is part of the 'people doing amazing things' series supporting organisations, businesses, and individuals trying to make the world a better place.
After an emotionally difficult morning at the Khmer Rouge memorial site and S21 (which I will talk about in my next post) going for lunch at an organisation doing a bit of good was definitely a perfect idea.
  Sixty Eight percent of Cambodian people are under the age of thirty, and though the enrolment rates for primary education are very high just under half of children don't complete primary school. A lot of this is due to further education being something they just can't afford. This means a lot of young people in Cambodia without basic levels of education and therefore no skills to enter the workforce.

But this is where Friends Creative Tapas comes in, they're a restaurant owned Friends International and run by Mith Samlahn, an organisation working with street children in Phnom Pehn. They work to offer education, training, medical care and shelter for street children and other vulnerable children in Phnom Pehn.
So this restaurant is doing good things, they help over 1,800 children, but is the food any good?
I can safely say, yes it is. The food here is more expensive than anything else I ate in Cambodia, with each tapas ranging from $5-10 but that's still not ridiculous, and I think it was worth it.

The place had a super nice atmosphere, nice staff and definitely felt more upmarket than a lot of places I'd been to. It had quite a western feel to it and you could tell it was catered to tourists; but that's not necessarily a bad thing. A lot of the food was very western  but there were influences on the menu from all over Asia too. And it made me happy because they had plenty of vegan options.
I got the falafel burger but was sat staring at the menu for about ten minutes trying to decide between all the vegan options, I'm not used to having a big choice of food.
The food was really good, especially considering most of the chefs here are trainees, I mean it wasn't the best veggie falafel burger I've ever eaten but it was pretty high up on the list (and it's a very long list). Everyone else on my tour was pretty happy with their food too. If you want a peak at their menu you can view it here.
So if you're every in Phnom Pehn, give Fiends Creative tapas a go, good food for a good cause, not much more I need to say. Friends also have other restaurants and social businesses over Cambodia and you can view a list of all of their businesses right here if you're ever in Cambodia.

I got to visit Friends Creative tapas as part of  a G Adventures trip through Cambodia and Vietnam which you can view here.

Below is the video from my whole time in Phnom Pehn, including some footage of the Restaurant so make sure to give that a watch.
Thanks for reading!
Yes, yes there is only one photo for this post and I will tell you a story as to why.

So I've been wearing this outfit a ridiculous amount lately, it's comfy af and the leggings match my hair, a win win. And so while I was back home for the weekend, which I rarely am, I was determined to go to the beach and take photos of this look because mermaids belong at the beach.

But a small problem is that I live on the outskirts of the wettest city in Britain... and you guessed it, it rained all weekend.

I got back from a lovely meal with my parents and decided, as it actually wasn't raining, to be brave and venture out in the freezing cold to take my pictures. I had so much hope. When I got to the beach it started spitting which was no big issue because a little bit of rain doesn't bother me, I'm used it it and so is my camera (which i once dropped lens first into a waterfall).

I set up and started with my test shots, making sure the focus would be right and my camera was doing it's thing and as soon as I was ready to take my hat and coats off and actually start, the downpour started.

I thought I'd be brave and try and take a photo, the only photo here, and then i realised that my camera was actually getting soaked so I got my umbrella, gathered all my stuff up and sat on the beach under my umbrella shielding my camera and myself from the rain. Yep I looked super silly, I was just sat huddled on the rocks under an umbrella in the middle of the beach. But I was determined to wait it out, I could see blue skies ahead and was going to wait for them.

So there I sat for about 20 minutes getting colder, wetter and a little grumpier until I finally clocked what direction the clouds were actually going in and realised the blue sky was moving away from me.  Not only that but the tide was coming in and it would only be another twenty minutes until i was being consumed by waves. Cold, wet, and with 101 other things to do that day I made a call to my Dad to see if he could drive me so I didn't have to walk thirty minutes home in the rain, already drenched.


I feel like I had a certain determination but you have to know when you're defeated. The rain may have cleared later but I was already freezing and wet so when it did eventually take my photos it wouldn't have been fun. Plus where I wanted to take when would have been under water. But that's what nature does sometimes. Sigh, these photos had so much potential.

However, as I'm not going to be back home, and therefore by the beach, for another 5 weeks I thought I would post this one lonely photo as an ootd and tell you my little story of determination. Gotta fail a little sometimes.

And overall I did have a lovely weekend home, there's a little vlog of my Saturday below as I thought I couldn't just leave you guys with one picture and a story for the post. So enjoy.
Thanks for reading!

Modern Day Mermaid

Tuesday, 7 March 2017

Yes, yes there is only one photo for this post and I will tell you a story as to why.

So I've been wearing this outfit a ridiculous amount lately, it's comfy af and the leggings match my hair, a win win. And so while I was back home for the weekend, which I rarely am, I was determined to go to the beach and take photos of this look because mermaids belong at the beach.

But a small problem is that I live on the outskirts of the wettest city in Britain... and you guessed it, it rained all weekend.

I got back from a lovely meal with my parents and decided, as it actually wasn't raining, to be brave and venture out in the freezing cold to take my pictures. I had so much hope. When I got to the beach it started spitting which was no big issue because a little bit of rain doesn't bother me, I'm used it it and so is my camera (which i once dropped lens first into a waterfall).

I set up and started with my test shots, making sure the focus would be right and my camera was doing it's thing and as soon as I was ready to take my hat and coats off and actually start, the downpour started.

I thought I'd be brave and try and take a photo, the only photo here, and then i realised that my camera was actually getting soaked so I got my umbrella, gathered all my stuff up and sat on the beach under my umbrella shielding my camera and myself from the rain. Yep I looked super silly, I was just sat huddled on the rocks under an umbrella in the middle of the beach. But I was determined to wait it out, I could see blue skies ahead and was going to wait for them.

So there I sat for about 20 minutes getting colder, wetter and a little grumpier until I finally clocked what direction the clouds were actually going in and realised the blue sky was moving away from me.  Not only that but the tide was coming in and it would only be another twenty minutes until i was being consumed by waves. Cold, wet, and with 101 other things to do that day I made a call to my Dad to see if he could drive me so I didn't have to walk thirty minutes home in the rain, already drenched.


I feel like I had a certain determination but you have to know when you're defeated. The rain may have cleared later but I was already freezing and wet so when it did eventually take my photos it wouldn't have been fun. Plus where I wanted to take when would have been under water. But that's what nature does sometimes. Sigh, these photos had so much potential.

However, as I'm not going to be back home, and therefore by the beach, for another 5 weeks I thought I would post this one lonely photo as an ootd and tell you my little story of determination. Gotta fail a little sometimes.

And overall I did have a lovely weekend home, there's a little vlog of my Saturday below as I thought I couldn't just leave you guys with one picture and a story for the post. So enjoy.
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Just a warning that if you don't like spiders, or other bugs, then you probably shouldn't view any more of this post because there's quite a few photos of them in this post. I have a post here that's just sloths if you want though.
This is a bit of an inbertween post, I have a big piece coming next week about The Killing Fields, what I learnt there and how I grew more in a day than I ever remember,  and I also have a post about a cafe in Phnom pehn I visited but I didn't want to put them together with this post because they're very different posts so this is all the other things I did in Phnom Pehn.
So there aren't a ridiculous amount of pictures for this, but there is a longer video with all I got up to in Phnom Pehn so be sure to check that out (it's at the bottom of this post).

Phnom Pehn: Spider Village, Puppies and Vintage Shopping

Saturday, 4 March 2017

Just a warning that if you don't like spiders, or other bugs, then you probably shouldn't view any more of this post because there's quite a few photos of them in this post. I have a post here that's just sloths if you want though.
This is a bit of an inbertween post, I have a big piece coming next week about The Killing Fields, what I learnt there and how I grew more in a day than I ever remember,  and I also have a post about a cafe in Phnom pehn I visited but I didn't want to put them together with this post because they're very different posts so this is all the other things I did in Phnom Pehn.
So there aren't a ridiculous amount of pictures for this, but there is a longer video with all I got up to in Phnom Pehn so be sure to check that out (it's at the bottom of this post).

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