I saw this in front of a shop in the corn exchange…a good slogan me thinks:
So yesterday I flew to Sharm El Sheikh- again…twice in one year…that’s a bit excessive you may think…or she must have an Egyptian boyfriend.
Excessive it may be, but I needed to get out of dreary old Europe and go somewhere where there was guaranteed sun shine, the possibility of diving and somewhere that relatively cheap. Sharm El Sheikh ticks those boxes. On the note of a boyfriend- a big fat NO, never again! I am sure there might, possibly, very unluckily be some nice Egyptian men out there- but I am sure they can find other nice European girls…
This time I decided to fly to Sharm via Istanbul with Turkish Airlines, as my last experience flying charter was a rather traumatic experience. Not nobly was the flight delayed by over two hours both ways, but I just don’t see why I need to cue in a cattle market, pay extra for everything (including a blanket to keep me warm when the air craft air conditioning is working overtime)- and in the end pay just as much as if I had flown with a national carrier…
This meant I arrived in Sharm at 4 in the morning, when I then had to haggle with the taxi driver over is over priced taxi fair (how can a journey of 19 min cost just as much as a journey of two hours?) But hey, they need to make some money too..
I did have a very pleasant surprise when I walked into The Pirates Bar at the Hilton Fayrouz to pick up as spot of lunch. I bumped into two of my old colleagues who now work there- and as a result I now am allowed to use the beach at Hilton Fayrouz- for free…which is rather fortunate as they charge a ridiculous amount for day use…and it is the nicest beach in Naama Bey.
Lack of sleep is catching up on me- and I have arranged to be picked up at 7.3o am tomorrow for my first dive…so I guess I am going to have an early night!
One of my fellow Boobettes! So proud to know her!
You are amazing Cath xxx
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Since returning from Peru on Saturday, I have been asked so many times, “How did it go?”, What was it like?”, “Did you make it??”
It is hard to describe quite what trekking in the Andes was like. For me I think the best way to describe it is that is was wonderful and yet so very hard at the same time. Like many things in life I suppose, and especially things worth doing… Wonderful and so very hard all mixed together!
First, some of the hard bits… The altitude absolutely and literally took my breath away! I found breathing so tough at altitude and I was surprised at how little things left me completely out of breath. Things like brushing my teeth or getting dressed. No wonder you have to walk so slowly!!
The walking was gruelling (maybe not for everyone, but let’s face it I am not all…
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I know a lot of you have allready supported my running madness, and have kindly donated to my previous running challenge.
I just finished my last running challenge for the year. I ran the Glasgow Half Marathon. One would have thought that, as this was my 4th Half Marathon this year, I would have got to grips with the training, the running, and the preparation…but no…I still find the entire effort totally exhausting! Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate every single moment, but I also do not love it! But I do it because I want to raise money, I want to raise awareness and I want to challenge myself! I want to prove that I can do it- despite the Cancer Shmancer…
The Glasgow Half Marathon was hard work, especially because I got stopped 3 times, people wanted to take picture, interview me for the BBC (unfortunately I did not make it on to the BBC….booo) and interview me during the race!! Hey if you make a tit of yourself you are going to be noticed.
Finishing this Half Marathon means that I, a long distance running novice have run 4 half marathons in year…thats 84,4 km, over 10 hrs racing time, 2 new pairs of trainers, and 50 balloons (to fill the boob)…
I would really appreciate if you could dig deep and support me again.
The money raised goes towards CoppaFeel!’s mission to stamp out late diagnosis like mine by educating young people to get to know their boobs and the signs and symptoms of breast cancer.
Please click the below link…and donate :-)
Thanks for allowing CoppaFeel! to do their work
So Monday one of my colleagues nominated me for the ice bucket challenge. I had just got back from volunteering for a CoppaFeel! at Leeds Festival, talking about #whatnormalfeelslike to the lovely festival crowed people, witch I absolutely loved doing. It’s so good being able to spread CoppaFeel!’s message of getting to know #whatnormalfeelslike and signing people up to regularly check their boobs. I told people I would not do it within 24 hrs- but I would do it, because doing something for charity is important!
So here is a clip of the final 15 sec- basically me bring drenched.
I decided to do it for #CoppaFeel! as I really believe in the work that they do. So anyone wanting to do this challenge why not do it for CoppaFeel! Or run a half marathon for them, cycle from Coast to Coast, or anything you can think of.
I just went up to Glasgow for a short weekend to see one of my friends from uni. We ended up going to Edinburgh for the fringe festival.
Whilst I did not enjoy the masses of people- arghh…I hate, hate, hate being in those kinda cattle markets!!! I really enjoyed the the show that we saw.
We had not bought tickets in before hand- so after looking at the day planner, I suggested we should see “Wittanks Old School Secrets”. For anyone who went to boarding school- or Durham University- the logical choice for boarders…it’s a must see!
After watching that we walked back to the train station to get back to Glasgow. On our way back we got to see a really cool sunset 😀😀😀
All in all a really cool day out!!!
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“I am the First in my family line who will not suffer. I am the First who will not wake up scared everyday. I am the First to take this Step to end this Curse. I am the First who will change our family’s fate. But…… I will not be the last” – Bec Munn 2014