I will make the world my oyster

My name is Ruby Alice, 20, and this, I suppose, is my attempt at travel/culture/language writing. I was born in Wales, into a crazy nomadic family, turned 2 in England, spent 7 years in Ecuador, South America and have settled (for now) at University in Edinburgh, Scotland studying languages. I can't really describe how much I love the buzz of other countries and cultures; it's not about holidaying or sight-seeing, it is so much more than that. It's the sounds and smells and colours. Knowledge, understanding, respect. Eye and mind-opening. And once you've been bitten by the bug, it's the greatest, most natural, high you'll ever experience. I just want to share my adventures with the world. Enjoy X                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    “I do not want my house to be walled in on all sides and my windows to be stuffed. I want the cultures of all the lands to be blown about my house as freely as possible...”
- Mahatma Ghandi.                                                                                        The way I've been raised and the way I intend to keep on living.

definitelydope:

Torres Del Paine (Chile)

Think I can make it here whilst I’m in Chile?

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definitelydope:

Torres Del Paine (Chile)

Think I can make it here whilst I’m in Chile?

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İstanbul: 2013

Apr 24th at 3PM / tagged: istanbul. / reblog

24th April 2013: İstanbul

Firstly, sorry I haven’t updated this in SO long. Life has been crazy busy. I need to do a proper post about Chile soon. It’s coming I swear. So where have I been since we last spoke? Well, I finally managed to get to one of the places very, very high up on my list; Istanbul. 

What a wonder. As much as you mightn’t agree with the politics, I love Muslim countries. I don’t know why. Egypt; India; Turkey. There’s just something about them (and no, it’s not the sexist repression). Istanbul was a gem. We only spent a few days, most of which was spent wandering around soaking it all in. The bazaars; the colours; the smells; the FOOD (I swear I have eaten a mezze of some kind practically every day since; gorgeous). An absolute cacophony of cats and locals and incense and tea and dried fruit and jewels and ceramics and silver.  

There’s not much else to say really, except of course, The Blue Mosque.Possibly one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. I walked in their and, as cliche as it might be, it took my breath away. I could have sat on the floor staring up at its ceilings for the whole day. Utterly enchanting and deeply moving.

Pictures to follow.

Keep reading x

 

aerophonophiliac:


I have a story to go along with this.
My 6th grade English teacher was insane. Like, certifiable, I’m fairly certain. She was nice enough, but she was crazy as shit.
One day, about February-ish, we come to school and she’s standing outside of her classroom (like she did every day between classes) wearing all black and sobbing into a kleenex.
Naturally we were worried.
I had her 3rd period, I think, and I remember all of the classes were sworn to secrecy about what the fuck was going on. When we got there, she had candles all over (against the school rules, but hey, who gives a flying fuck, right?), all the lights were out, and there was a tiny coffin up at the front of the room, right in front of the blackboard. (Yes, that classroom had a blackboard. Cower before my antiquity, younglings.)
Okay, so that ruled out any of her family members being dead.
Once we’d all gotten settled into our seats, she came striding in, still tearful and noisy, to announce:
“S-s-s-said is DEAD!”
What the ever-loving shit, Mrs. Hester. What the ever-loving shit.
The rest of class was a dramatized funeral (read: we had to write essays and read them in front of the class) and the announcement, heralded by these sheets, that we were not allowed to use the word “said” any more, as it had passed away.
Apparently she does this every year.

I fucking love this woman

aerophonophiliac:

I have a story to go along with this.

My 6th grade English teacher was insane. Like, certifiable, I’m fairly certain. She was nice enough, but she was crazy as shit.

One day, about February-ish, we come to school and she’s standing outside of her classroom (like she did every day between classes) wearing all black and sobbing into a kleenex.

Naturally we were worried.

I had her 3rd period, I think, and I remember all of the classes were sworn to secrecy about what the fuck was going on. When we got there, she had candles all over (against the school rules, but hey, who gives a flying fuck, right?), all the lights were out, and there was a tiny coffin up at the front of the room, right in front of the blackboard. (Yes, that classroom had a blackboard. Cower before my antiquity, younglings.)

Okay, so that ruled out any of her family members being dead.

Once we’d all gotten settled into our seats, she came striding in, still tearful and noisy, to announce:

“S-s-s-said is DEAD!”

What the ever-loving shit, Mrs. Hester. What the ever-loving shit.

The rest of class was a dramatized funeral (read: we had to write essays and read them in front of the class) and the announcement, heralded by these sheets, that we were not allowed to use the word “said” any more, as it had passed away.

Apparently she does this every year.

I fucking love this woman

Apr 20th at 1AM / via: onlyshattereddreams / op: imgfave / reblog / 176,063 notes

friendlydad:

have you ever just assumed that a word was pronounced a certain way and you end up pronouncing it incorrectly throughout your entire life and then one day someone corrects you and its like you can almost hear satan laughing as the flames of hell begin to seep up from underground and slowly burn you to death

josephandrewproductions:

Location: Baños, Ecuador
Disciplines: Photography, Color Grading

Mar 11th at 2PM / via: fyeahecuador / op: josephandrewproductions / tagged: Ecuador. / reblog / 37 notes

jilylongerthanalways:

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nyeeh:

Books are sort of like the TARDIS.

Their content exceeds their mass.

And they take us to worlds and times we’ve never dreamed of seeing.

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Books, best weapons in the world!

(Source: sherlala)

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zachlilley:

do you ever see an abbreviation you don’t quite get, so you sit there just trying to figure it out

Feb 4th at 9AM / via: so-relatable / op: zachlilley / reblog / 302 notes

CHILE HERE I MOTHER****** COME!

I got my placement. Life is perfect.

Jan 31st at 2PM / tagged: chile. travel. uni. valparaiso. / reblog / 1 note

1st January 2013

Thought I’d do a brief New Year post seeing as it’s looking to be an exciting year for adventuring. The deadline is looming for our year abroad applications (Wednesday!). I can’t believe it has come so quickly but the more I think about Chile the more I yearn for that place. It’s starting to come together in my head. No-one can believe I am brave enough to do it - just move halfway around the world on my own but it EXCITES me. It’s the first thing in months that has. I am getting ahead of myself, I haven’t got the place yet but I am wishing with everything I have and everything crossed. Send a wish for me too. 

I’m letting my imagination run away with me. Mainly about the markets and the lifestyle I would have out there. 

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That life of sun and fresh food and Spanish and colour and smells and sounds and CULTURE. Oh how it beckons me. 

Plans for the month I’ll have left at the end of the placement to travel the rest of South America are forming in my head too. I can’t decide whether I want to return to Ecuador yet… I feel a bit like there’s so much more of the continent to see that maybe I should make the most of the bits I haven’t experienced.

The South of Chile is definitely somewhere I’d love to visit. The scenery looks stunning and I can imagine the culture is substantially different from the seaside towns further North. 

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Another dream is Easter Island. I’m in Chile which is probably as close as I will EVER be to this miraculous place… and flights aren’t too expensive either…hmm…

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And then there’s Santiago, Buenos Aires… too many choices. 

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Ladies and gents, coming in to 2013 I really do feel like the world is my oyster.

Keep reading. Keep dreaming. Keep travelling.x

snippetsfromthestruggle:

So apparently city breaks are the new in thing haha. Spent a few days in Paris and London in the past month, loved every minute of it. Beautiful beautiful. x

21st November 2012

So, my year abroad is beckoning and just to mix it up a little the Uni have decided to offer, along with their usual Spanish placements (Madrid, Salamanca etc), 2 places (out of a year group of approx. 50 people) in CHILE!!!

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What you see there is my wanderlust going off the scale. 

A chance to revisit  South America?

To LIVE and to STUDY there?

I will fight to the death for this opportunity.

 

I had a meeting with a lecturer  today for more information and the cherry on the cake for me was that the term finishes at the end of November and afterward you’re free to travel until your next placement in February the following year! She has contacts who could get you work in different plantations etc. moving throughout South America. 

The thought literally makes my blood cells tingle. Also scares the living daylights out of me. Ha.

I’ll keep you updated.

Keep reading. x