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Cars, and Planes, and Trains

It’s very nice to go travelling, but it’s so much nicer to travel home.

Actually no it isn’t.  In comparison to warm and sunny Orange County, the North of England in late November is bleak, boring, grey, and bloody cold, even down at my favourite boat on the marina it’s miserable today.  And it’s a pretty long journey to get back here from where I was staying with my friend.

  • Leave my friend at 04:00 Pacific Time on Monday 19th November.
  • Uber to John Wayne Airport.
  • Take off from John Wayne at 07:00.
  • Flight to Dallas Fort Worth     2hrs 35
  • Land DFW at 11:35 Central Time (2 hours time change).
  • Take off DFW at 15:15 for London Heathrow, a flight of 9hrs 00, (benefiting from a 125mph tail wind over the Atlantic).
  • Land London Heathrow at 06:15 GMT on November 20th (6 hours time change).
  •  Leave LHR for Newcastle upon Tyne at 09:45 GMT, a flight of 1hrs 15
  • Arrive NCL at 11:00
  • Leave Newcastle Airport by Metro Subway for Newcastle Central Rail Station at 12:40 GMT
  • Arrive back at the garret at 14:30 GMT on Monday 20th of November.

Total journey time of 26hrs 30min.  Time in the air 12hrs 50min.

It’s about 5,500 miles from SoCal to the North of England, all in all, and from 38,000 feet you damn well know the world is round when you look out of the aircraft windows.

Some say that it’s excitement and adventure that keeps a man alive.  And, that when you can’t be bothered to go travelling, you may as well just curl up and die.  All I know is that I loved every damn minute of my latest trip ~ maybe the best trip ever.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

much on New Mexico is Indian land

(is one allowed to say that?)

 

I’m Going Home, bye, bye…..

Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home

England is my home

By 07:00 Pacific Standard Time on Monday, I should be in the air, somewhere between John Wayne Airport in Orange County, and Dallas, Fort Worth in Texas. After a 3 hours or so layover in DFW, I fly to London Heathrow, then on to Newcastle upon Tyne, and then eventually back to my garret at sometime after 13:00 hrs on Monday 20th Greenwich Mean Time.

A long and convoluted journey ~ around 18 hours in the air, 6 hours or so of layovers, and an 8 hour time change along the way.  The North of England to Orange County, CA, USA, and back again, is not a trip for the faint-hearted.

California is cool.  And who knows?  If some things change, and some things work out, I may even go back there someday.

Some say that travel and adventure is what keeps a man alive.  And that meeting new people with new things to say broadens the mind and sharpens the intellect.  All I know is that I happen to like California a hell of a lot, but maybe a few Californians not so much.

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Jack Collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

Old Glory on Balboa Island CA

Scenes on Sunday ~ the rocks and the water

if it wasn’t for the rocks, the water would have no music

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Jack Collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

Newport Beach, Orange County, California

Scenes on Sunday – California

I’m just a staid English guy being cool in Orange County

Today I am in sunny Orange County, where it’s still a balmy 80 degrees.  I like California, it might just be the nicest crazy place I know.

Jack Collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

Wednesday I fly out to New Mexico

at least I’ll be staying at a cool hotel

Travelling Again

A vacation is what you take when you can’t take real life anymore.

If the automated posting facility works, then this should magically appear on my blog at 08:00 GMT on Friday November the 2nd ~ when I’m on an aeroplane flying south over England.

In a little while I shall be in that most magical of all places, Heathrow Airport, (English Irony), ready to board another aircraft bound for Chicago O’Hare.  Eventually, after yet another flight I will arrive at John Wayne in Orange County, California.

Really, this is one time when it’s the destination that counts, and not the journey.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

Englishmen say; ‘sorry’ for no real reason

I’m sorry but I think John Wayne is a really cool name for an airport

 

American Iron

American men look at pick up trucks the same sad way they look at a cute woman’s butt.

I like classic American cars.

Vintage iron speaks to me.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

a pick up truck says it all about the American male

must I always be alone?

the basic nature of a man is constructive, faithful, and trustworthy

If you have been following this blog, you will know that, over the past few years, circumstances, and my own stubborn nature, converged with my incipient depression to create a weird and unsustainable view of life for me.  Not only that, I was also suffering from vicious, undiagnosed, and untreated Borderline Personality Disorder, (BPD), and that blessed me with paranoia and a morbid fear of abandonment.

Add those things together and what happened was that I became an agoraphobic, anti-social, celibate, friendless, psychotic recluse.

My door stayed locked, I seldom left my apartment, I avoided meeting people, the telephone remained unanswered, and I deleted unread any emails I received.  Quite honestly, I may as well have been dead as to live that kind of non-life.

It took years, and I do mean years, for me to begin to break out of my self-made prison.

My escape started because I like to write, I wasn’t writing anything, and so I went to a writers’ group, met a few people, and even spoke to them without my being stabbed, attacked, denigrated…..  And then I started to write this blog ~ and trust me to begin with it was terrible.  Yet, an amazingly articulate woman in California found something that she liked in the way I wrote.  And, as things happen, we became long-distance, online friends.

Those of you who have been in a long-distance relationship will know that it’s fraught with problems, and my friendship with this cool Californian woman is probably no better or worse than most relationships that started on-line.  As you would expect from a guy with Borderline Personality Disorder in their background, I became obsessed with her, had unrealistic expectations, and did stupidly impulsive things.  I was not constructive, reliable, nor trustworthy.  None of that was helpful.

My good fortune is that I spent some time with a therapist, my doctor, and a psychiatrist.  The general consensus of their opinion was that I had been suffering from BPD, but I was mostly recovered ~ at the time that was all news to me, (I even had to look up what the hell Borderline Personality Disorder was).

But, if I was mostly recovered I could start to live my life the way I wanted, and not the way a serious mental illness was telling me to exist.

Ergo, I am on a journey of self-awareness, self-discovery, self-development, and self-improvement.  Now I mostly say and do what I think is right, and those that don’t like it can just feck off and have a nice day, and please don’t keep in touch.  That new and more assertively honest attitude of mine has ruffled a few feathers ~ but I’m never going back to being that agoraphobic, anti-social, celibate, friendless, obsessive, psychotic recluse.

Maybe I need to find some new friends, and maybe I’ll be alone again for a while.

Some say that a friend in need is a friend indeed.  And that you should choose your friends wisely.  All I know is that I’d rather be alone than have fair-weather friends.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

at least I have a friend in Marmaduke

and he’s always ready for anything

Monochrome Monday ~ Big Bear

The goal of life is to make your heart beat as one with the Cosmos.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

Big Bear is a cool place to spend a long weekend

in the summer

no way I’m going up there at this time of year

I hate snow

Scenes on Sunday ~ California Beaches

If you like sand dunes and salty air, dream of me and I’ll be there.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

I wish they could all be California Girls Beaches

 

If you can’t be happy in California, you can’t be happy anywhere

Adventures New

Embrace the daring adventure your life was supposed to be.

I like the sea and great beaches, particularly in the warm, blue Mediterranean.

Having recently returned from having a great time on the Mediterranean Island of Crete, (which has the longest history and the oldest civilisation in Europe), I decided it was time to look for a new adventure.

So, I’ve found a trip which involves an intensive ‘Wisdom Retreat’ with the catchy tag-line of From Chaos to Coherence ~ The Power To Thrive In Life Extremes.  This retreat is to be lead by the New Age author Gregg Braden, and takes place in the Hyatt Regency Tamaya Resort and Spa, in New Mexico.

The hotel looks great, and the circular pool looks fabulous.

I’ve never been to New Mexico, especially not to a place that’s a 5,280 foot high desert valley.  The pre-reading for this retreat includes lots of stuff about how to be comfortable and survive while I’m out in the desert…..  It all sounds adventurous, educational, and fun.

And, I wanted to see my friend in California again ~ better known as ‘The Girl Riding Shotgun.

Ergo, I’m flying out to Orange County to spend a few days on the Californian beaches, and then flying to Albuqureque, and driving to the Hyatt where the retreat is being held.

It might have been fun to take the 800 mile road trip from California to New Mexico, but this time that was just not going to work.  So, I’ll get to experience all the delights of American short-haul flying, probably in a puddle-jumper.

This trip is not for a while yet, and I am really looking forward t it.  I’ll tell you all about it when I get back.

The trip after this one to New Mexico?  Back to Turkey I think.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

After New Mexico ~ maybe Turkey again

 

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