Muay Thai lesson

As part of our orientation week, we had the chance to learn Muay Thai. It is a typical Thai sport, which originated here. It’s kind of a mix between martial arts and boxing. We were split into groups with an instructor, where he taught us lots of different moves including punching, side kick and front kick. I wasn’t very good at Muay Thai as I know I’m not flexible. It was a great experience but also very sweaty.

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Escape and Evade challenge completed: part 4

This is the final part of the Escape and Evade challenge, where we had to get as far as possible in 55 hours without spending any money on transport, food or accommodation.

We were in Bristol. Contacting my cousin was a great idea, we were definitely in need of some rest and food. When they picked us up from the busy train station, we drove, to our delight, through a McDonalds drive through. We hadn’t eaten since 9 in the morning. Full of appreciation, we scoffed the food down as quick as a flash.

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About an hour later, displayed on the dining room table, was an array of delicious, healthy buffet food. After tasting a bit of everything, I was completely full. And that was before the dessert came out – cheesecake and chocolate ice-cream. I thought it would be too rude to decline so I munched slowly through some. I was well and truly stuffed.

That evening, I curled up in bed pretty early due to the lack of sleep and the feeling of being exhausted.

The next day, I was so thankful to my cousins for sleep and food. When we got dropped off at the train station, we spoke to the lady at the barrier, who wouldn’t let us on so we headed for the coach station. On the way, we got given some Ritz biscuit, which we gave to a homeless person (one of our challenges). Once we had stepped through to the coach station, we found a coach to London that we wanted to get on. The driver was happy to have us on his bus, however, we had to speak to the managers and with pleading and persuading, he would not let us on. We got suggested to try Megabus. Our last hope.

When we arrived at the stop, we found that the only buses in the next hour were going to Plymouth or Birmingham: not where we wanted yo go. The next bus to London was in two hours time. Was it worth waiting two hours to get rejected. Maybe not but we had no other choice.

Walking around town, we got some free sample of food from Marks and Spencer’s. Then we decided to enjoyed our packed lunch that we were given. While eating, a man carrying a large, wooden cross was staggering around, telling people that ‘Jesus loved them’. Amazing.

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We also saw a bus that looked like it had been stolen from Brighton.

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Eventually, the Megabus came to a halt at the bus stop. There was a large queue and I was slightly worried that there wasn’t going to be any room, even if the driver did let us on. We spoke to one bus driver, who told us that he wasn’t the one who was going to drive to London so we had to wait for the actual driver. Departure time had passed, the driver still wasn’t there. Five minutes late, the driver turned up and was happy to have us on the bus. Great news.

The journey was uneventful and smooth. When we got into London Victoria coach station, we walked around the corner to the train station.

The last leg home. At the barrier, we spoke to several train workers. As the guy was shaking his head, he put his card down on the card reader and let us through. Finally we got a train to Brighton then onto Portslade. One the way back, we wrote a poem about our adventures (another one of our challenges). I will post it on my next post but I have to say I’m no poet. There was also a man, who kept leaning and falling on me. I was getting closer and closer to the window as he was having a nap.

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After three days, on an adventure, we got back to where we started.

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Final count: 737 miles, 55 hours, no money for transport, food or accommodation.

The reason for this challenge was to raise money for an amazing charity called Tearfund, who transform lives and poverty around the world. I am doing this, as I’m going to volunteer with them and lead a team in South Africa for three months.

I would love if you could sponsor me, anything small or big would be greatly appreciated. I also want to say a massive thank you to all those who have already donated and those people who were generous on our Escape and Evade challenge.

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UPDATE: Things I want to do before January

A month on after setting myself these challenges and I’ve managed to cross off quite a few:

1. Go to bingo
2. Go to the dogs
3. Go camping
4. Get a tattoo
5. Get a piercing
6. Go hitch hiking
7. Sleep under the stars
8. Visit 5 museums
9. Visit a castle
10. Go go-karting
11. Be a bridesmaid
12. Donate blood
13. Go to the theatre
14. Go on a bike ride
15. Do a car boot sale
16. Bake a rainbow cake
17. Have a movie marathon
18. Swim in the sea/ skinny dipping
19. Take a photo every hour for one day
20. Make a face mask
21. Do a ready steady cook or come dine with me evening
22. Eat cake without using my hands
23. Do tie-dying
24. Learn a new song on guitar
25. Go to Thorpe park or Alton towers
26. Watch the sun rise/sunset
27. Use a fake name at Starbucks
28. Host afternoon tea
29. Go fruit picking
30. Go roller skating
31. Write a letter and send it to someone random
32. ‘Post it note’ a car
33. Leave flowers on the door of a friend’s house anonymously
34. Go quad biking
35. Go jet skiing
36. Skate in a skate park
37. Make ice tea
38. Eat fresh eggs straight from a chicken
39. Do a puzzle
40. Watch a movie outside
41. Go to Arundel
42. Learn to juggle
43. Learn Spanish
44. Make homemade bread
45. Make homemade pizza
46. Drive a car in another country
47. Stand on the top of a car in public

Car surfing

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After donating some blood, I may have done the very thing, they told me not to do – physical activity.

Socialising with some friends in the beautiful sun, we decided to play rounders (well, with a baseball bat); randomly talk to strangers asking them where the beach was (we were next to it); mimicking runners behind them; jogging alongside some runnings while encouraging them and finally standing on a car, seeing things from a different perspective.

One amusing evening!

Live a little? Live a lot?

Extreme sports day: Jet-skiing and Go-karting

A pick up truck arrived at the quad biking station.

‘Anyone want to go jet skiing?’

WHAT? Yes please. My heart bouncing for joy. This is one of the things on my bucket list that I have wanted to do all my life.

As quick as I flash, I hopped on to the truck, carrying me to the lake. I couldn’t control my excitement.

‘Wetsuits in the shed, you’ll get soaked without one!’

Thoughts rushing through my mind. Looking down, I decided to decline the offer: I had a swim suit, thin shorts and t-shirt. I would dry pretty quick.

Throwing my shoes off, I waited impatiently on the side of the lake for my turn.

‘You’ll have to jump on while it’s still moving.’

Challenge accepted.

Scurrying along the waters edge, I swung my legs of the jet, trying not wobble too much. Phew! I was on. Clinging around the guy tummy, the jet was bouncing on the lake wildly. A sudden turn would fling me off the jet but luckily I was holding on hard, not losing my grip but letting myself toss and turn. This has to be one of the best experience.

‘Your friend, can I throw her into the water?’

After finishing my ride, it was my sisters turn. She held onto the back and with one swift turn, she was loped in the clear warm water. Giggling loudly, I was in fits of laugh. Her face was a picture. It was so unexpected, she didn’t know what to do.

While we were waiting for our clothes to dry, we decided to dash to our next activity: outdoor go-karting. I love racing. With our crash helmets on, our bodies strapped in, the engine whirling, we were ready to race. It was a different type of track to one I had raced on before: unkept. Charing off, I over took one person, trying to get my speed up, I slammed on the break as I skidded around a sharp turn. The next part of the track was uncomfortable, some would say unbearable. As the track was uneven, stones were tossing everywhere; I jolted around, bashing my back on the seat: it was like I was back in India with the bumpy roads. Luckily, after that section of track, there was a long, smooth stretch of road, where I could press down on the accelerator. Once I had over taken everyone, I had decide it was best to park my kart as I was starting to hurt and didn’t want to injure myself.

The day was nearly over; I did however enjoy the quads one more time.

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