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Fong Ma Po, Tai Po District, Hong Kong
I was born in Shrewsbury, Shropshire in 1985. We call it the Shire because there are rumours Middle Earth's Shire is based on us - local locals do resemble Hobbit folk. I spent most of my early childhood in Longville-In-The-Dale, a tiny village near Much Wenlock. The village had a pub, a phone box, an old railway station, an old post office and many many farms. When I was 15 We moved to Church Stretton, a bigger town in Shropshire. But still not the hub of major theatrical events or of diverse culture. Church Stretton is a lovely little town. It has around 3,000 people. Which might sound like alot but isn't. Everyone knows everyone. Most people are related to everyone. We nickname our area the SY6, as this is the postcode. I love my hometown. But, I never really felt like I belonged there. I always wanted to know about everywhere outside of The Shire, outside of the West Midlands, outside of the UK, outside of Europe. After finishing college at 18 I left. My first trip was to Togo, West Africa. It wasn't my last... Here is a collection of adventures that happened After The Shire...

Saturday, 18 December 2010

Radio Action - Jesus's Ass


Went on an amazing walk up past Corcovado (where Cristo Redentor sits watching the city), which meant that we had a view of what some may say is Jesus's best asset! Had the best shower ever that sprang out of the side of the hill, nearly lost my bikini bottoms, whilst getting the full massage effect of the water. Eeek! Then headed to praia de Ipanema for lunch, ice cream and a nap on the beach-whilst slyly watching the yummy guys playing volleyball. mmm mmm mmm. Have discovered that getting mango ice cream is the best option because it means i don't have to share with Virginia, as she doesn't like Mango. hehe! After showering and making ourselves look beautiful i receive a little talk from Virginia's firend about favellas. He is really worried about me going there, because i look so much like a ´gringo' it would be better if you were darker and had brown hair and your blue eyes give you away he tells me, he's very sweet and explains to me that although most people in favellas are nice, friendly, hardworking people. There are also those who are not, and are violent and scary and i have to be really careful. I was really touched by his honesty and the worry he had for me and although i've been prepared to work inside the favellas, i do have to admit i am a little scared now....

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