As my long summer comes to an end and I head off to start my year abroad in France, I thought I’d write a little post on what’s happened since interrailing:
I volunteered with Soul Action again, representing their Slave-Free shop (literally, I was wearing basically everything they sold – problem with working there is you end up buying everything) and their new Country Sixteen campaign. Tearfund currently works to end sexual violence in fifteen countries, and we want the UK to become the sixteenth country. On top of all the everyday sexism, more than two women are killed every week by a former or current partner, and one in four women will suffer domestic abuse at some point in their lives, so you can see why it is an issue that needs tackling here as well as, and perhaps in order to tackle it in in countries where it’s even more extreme.
Highlights included undoubtedly increasing my likelihood of giving myself diabetes with a free hot chocolate mountain every day (perks of the job) – this is a heavenly mix of hot chocolate, cream and marshmallows which definitely has something added. Probably angel dust or something equally holy, considering it’s a Christian festival. Another highlight was checking out the Bible’s take on chat up lines. Songs of Solomon is priceless: “I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharoah’s chariots”; “Your hair is like a flock of goats bounding down the slopes of Gilead. Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes that have come up from the washing, all of which bear twins, and not one among them has lost its young.” So basically, she’s being told she looks like a horse, a flock of jumping goats, and doesn’t have any missing teeth. Because what girl wouldn’t want to hear that?
Mum, Janene and I went on holiday to Latvia which was great fun, once we got there after an actual nightmare getting on the plane, but that’s another story… Highlights included making up an Eastenders storyline for a couple of light-up robotic giants running through Riga one night as part of an artistic event (the way they were moving clearly demonstrated they were falling in love/getting engaged/arguing/breaking up/getting back together…); our hotel kicking us out for a night because they were overbooked and more than making up for it by paying for a mansion in the countryside; visiting a beautiful beach outside Riga on a stretch called the Slow Mile (although the man standing in the way of our photos with his trunks half way down his backside was not so great); walking through a random forest in the dark (because if interrailing was anything to go by, a holiday isn’t complete without a visit to a random forest…)
I feel so blessed to have been able to travel so much this summer, and the trend only continues as I go to France tomorrow! Until next time, which will be in France (eek), check out the Country Sixteen campaign: http://www.soulaction.org/country-16/ From there, you can take the survey and join the First Man Standing movement.