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Not So Lonely Planet: extreme holidays

Exotic holidays used to be something you could brag about, but the era of cheap flights and easy visas means that there?s precious few places you can visit that will raise an eyebrow at a dinner party any more.  Even Bruce Parry probably finds people yawning at his latest anecdote about bamboo willy pipes and hallucinogenic caterpillar burritos, so you really need to push the rickety wooden boat out if you want some cool stories to tell your friends, co-workers and whoever is at the end of that latex-covered arm in the little room at the airport.

Luckily for you aspiring globetrotters, help is at hand.  Don?t bother with Thomas Cook, and bin that copy of The Rough Guide, because I?m here to give you the lowdown on the far-flung destinations that will provide you with a bottomless reservoir of unbeatable traveller?s tales.  Nobody will give a toss about Steve?s dodgy tummy in Goa or that time Marcus did the bull-run in Pamplona, because they?ll be too busy hanging on your every word as you retell your adventures in places so weird and backwards they make Guernsey look like the city in Blade Runner.  What?s even better is that you?ll still get away with the ridiculous exaggeration that once characterised the best travelling tales – people may have stopped taking ?accidental ladyboy in Thailand? stories seriously around 2001, but few people know enough about Slovenia to call you a liar when you tell them you paid to watch three naked men erotically wrestling a horse. Here?s my top picks for unusual trips – hopefully Gallery will print some exchange rates and a legal disclaimer at the bottom in case anybody gets kidnapped by crocodiles or eaten by pirates.  I want you to have a good time, but I don?t want Anne Robinson to damage her last remaining facial muscle by talking about me on Watchdog.

North Korea: Jewel of the Orient
As a longtime fan of the tiny, fluffy-haired dictators of our world, I?ve always dreamed of visiting the Democratic People?s Republic of Korea.  I yearn to experience the crumbling concrete majesty of Pyongyang, the enduring subtleties of North Korean propaganda art and enjoy the splendid banquets that are spontaneously presented to visitors unfortunate enough to live in the impoverished capitalist world, yet fortunate enough to be travelling with a BBC camera crew.

Providing you can avoid being kidnapped, brainwashed and (for the ladies) coerced into an unhappy life as the sex slave of a tubby midget grandpa, North Korea is guaranteed to be an unmissable trip.  You?ll get to see the mass games, a kind of North Korea?s Got Talent with a cast of tens of thousands, and perhaps stay in the Ryugyong hotel, a hideous concrete structure which resembles the background skyline of a bad video game and has been under haphazard construction since 1987. A holiday in Krazy Kim?s atomic powered Disneyland will provide plenty of memories, and you?ll need them, because if you ever want to describe Korea to anybody not holding a stun gun it might be unwise to do much unsupervised photography.  Bon voyage, try not to have too much fun!

 

Sunshine in the Middle East
For the ageing hippies that spawned my ungrateful generation, few budget holidays were more enjoyable than the experience of working on an Israeli kibbutz.  Participants would return to Europe with a taste for hummus, an appreciation of the complexity of cucumber growing and a treasure trove of anecdotes concerning the virtues of communal living.  There are plenty of traditional kibbutzes still out there, but the modern visitor needs to be careful where they end up in the Holy Land – people will be less impressed to hear you spent your summer bunking up with a bunch of Uzi-wielding zealots and planting avocados amidst the wreckage of a bulldozed hospital in the West Bank.

 

 

Of course, if religious extremists are your thing, you?ll have plenty of fun backpacking through the majority of the region – just be careful to check up on which dictators our governments are trying to topple and which ones we?re propping up in order to subcontract our torturing and sell us cheap oil.  Like exchange rates, this can fluctuate on a daily basis, so look smart unless you want to be telling your anecdotes via camcorder testimony sent to CNN.

 

Trekking in the Congo

Africa truly is an unmissable destination for any traveller – it?s just a shame that jaded backpackers are getting bored of the wildlife of the Serengeti, the majesty of Victoria Falls and the breathtaking inland deltas of Botswana.  Worry not, because you can go one better by following in the footsteps of our ancestors, by which I mean the white Europeans whose dogged pursuit of gold, minerals and slaves helped mould parts of modern Africa into the exhilarating hotspots they are today.

 

Your friends might be able to boast of time spent in amidst natural beauty of Tanzania, maybe exploring the sandy vistas of Namibia, but real adrenalin seekers are booking a flight to the Democratic Republic of Congo – a country invaded so many times that its borders are drawn in pencil on the map.  There aren?t a lot of internet cafes, yoga classes or full moon parties, but any currency that you don?t spend on bribing bloodthirsty militias and corrupt police officers will probably buy you a lot more banana pancakes than you?d get in Bali or Koh Phangan.  Who knows, you might have enough change left over to purchase a shipment of Kalashnikovs, a bauxite mining operation and possibly even your own group of crazed paramilitaries to machete the locals if they don?t put enough ice in your G&T.

Learn to know yourself with Scientology
Not everybody is comfortable visiting the developing world, but that doesn?t mean you should be denied the chance to enjoy the kind of profound spiritual awakening that rich white people experience whilst patronising the inhabitants of India.  Your inner child needs nurturing, and possibly spanking, but maybe you just don?t like the idea of mixing with poor people in order to do it.

That?s where Scientology comes in, a religious experience for the type of person who doesn?t mind buying their way to a higher state of consciousness.  My lawyers and a threatening postcard from Tom Cruise tell me that it?s probably unwise to speculate about exactly what Scientologists believe, but according to an episode of South Park it has something to do with a giant atomic volcano and a galactic overlord named Xenu.  I?m sure that can?t possibly be true, so please don?t tell John Travolta where I live.

You can learn all these secrets and and more by taking your holidays in a luxurious, air-conditioned Scientology facility in California, where trained staff will be on hand to relieve you of your psychiatric medications, fears and chequebooks.  You?ll discover a new you, a new world, all by studying the writings of a science-fiction author who allegedly believed that mankind was descended from clams.

The only problem with your Scientology vacation is that you won?t really be encouraged to talk about it, outside telling your friends that it?s something wonderful and mysterious that they absolutely need to experience for themselves.  And that?s what I?m telling you, in the hope that Kirsty Alley will calm down and take her foot off my neck.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Twitter Wit – Little Joe

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Surfing since he was 14, Joe?s worked his way up from early lessons at Atlantic Waves with a board from a car boot sale, to winning his first open at the age of 17 and competing on a longboard in the World Championships.  When he?s not surfing, you?ll find him running his surf shop, Little Joe?s (next to Big Vern?s) and planning new surf classes for surf groms.  And despite traveling the world with his longboard, from Costa Rica to Australia, Joe still thinks Jersey has some great surfing? ?We get great waves here, I think we?ve got some of the best beach break waves in Britain, it just depends on whether we?ve got the swell or not?.

Hi Joe! It?s our adrenaline issue ? when was your most adrenaline-inducing moment?
Getting a surf spot in Australia ?Kirra? at 6-8ft and perfect in 2009… On a longboard.

Sounds amazing. Where?s your favourite surf spot?
Cutty Sark.

Worst wipeout? ? go on, don?t spare the gory details?
Hit a live reef in Indonesia, shredded my back, lime juice used as a cut cleaner.

Ouch? So, after a hard day catching waves, what?s your perfect post-surf snack?
Big Vern?s chicken nuggets and chips.

Ok Joe, on to the really deep questions now? what was your most embarrassing moment?
Jumping off a boat with some of my surfing heroes watching.  I had my leash wrapped around the railing. Hilarity ensued.

Gallery can imagine.  Quickfire round coming up.  Favourite book?
Lord of the Rings.

Earliest memory?
Helping my Dad ?move? fruit in the market.

What objects do you always carry
with you?
My Nokia 1209 (3310 upgrade) and a pen behind my ear.

Tell us a secret?
Err? then it wouldn?t be a secret!

What scares you?
My girlfriend.

What would your superpower be?
I?d like to control the elements (think a male Storm from X-Men – without the catsuit).

What?s your worst habit?
Sniffing my top lip.

Where ? apart from Jersey of course ? would you like to live?
Costa Rica!

Most over-used phrase?
?Cup of tea??

Milk, no sugar thanks? Oh, we?re still interviewing? Complete this phrase: ?If I hadn?t become a surfer I?d be??
?a chemist – actually using my degree.

And lastly, what?s the most important lesson life has taught you?
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.


 

 

About Little Joe?s

Little Joe?s Surf Shop runs a surf school with surf camps for ages 5-7 as well as 8-14.  It?s aimed at giving the kids some fun while getting them more confident in the water.  The surf camps start at the end of July, but there are also surf lessons, birthday parties and team building events which run through the season.

Little Joe?s Surf Shop
Next to Big Verns
Five Mile Road
St Ouen
www.littlejoes.wordpress.com / @littlejoesurf
Tel: 483707

 

 

 

Qatar

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A fresh-faced Filipino girl leads me to the till at Kuwait airport duty free, armed with my boarding pass, remaining Kuwaiti Dinaar and, now, three new perfumes for my collection. Inhaling a floral perfume jolts me to life like a sting of electricity, a flashback of imminent normality; an ironic ending to an extraordinary journey. ?You work in Kuwait?? asks the bubbly salesgirl in a high-pitched tone. ?Holiday,? I reply. Thinking she?s misheard, she repeats the question. I explain my holiday to Qatar, Bahrain and Kuwait. Completely bewildered by the concept of ?holidaying? there, she giggles to her colleague in Filipino, ?these crazy people spent money to holiday here!?

 

That pretty much sums up the trip; resistance, reluctance and refusals from the outset. Three separate travel agents did their best to deter me, emphasising ?little to see but sand and oil refineries.? Literally translated, I aspired to the challenge. But, looking back, I wonder if I took it too far. Now, at the end of a gruelling journey the high, of being unwittingly wired on surging adrenaline, surviving solely on nervous energy, becomes a fading light. I start to come down, fast. Drawing my first breath anticipating a return to familiarity and safety, my shoulder muscles begin to loosen. My legs bow under the pressure. Energy?s bleeding out of me like a cut vein; more like dusk dawning than a mist unveiling.  Every ounce of trauma, tension and shock that have become my companions, and only familiar constants of the journey, now sets in and takes grip. An intoxicating cocktail of messy emotions blur my head; disappointment that it?s over, panic, even. How to return to ?normality??  Yet I?m relieved and humbled by such incredible memories that many would never comprehend, let alone experience. Drained and emotional, I struggle to understand how a seven hour flight can transport me ?home?, so near but light years apart. Nowhere remains sacred and untouched, it seems everywhere is just a flight away.  I?m suddenly reminded of an interview with a soldier, returned from war and at counselling. I begin to understand his struggle to integrate into a ?normal? life, craving a return to the front-line. I wonder if danger can be an addiction, as any other. ?The trip was real,? I pinch myself. Sheer exhaustion snaps me out of thought. Unable to process any of it in this state, pained to even think back to events, I take my purchases and am resigned to the flight home, paralysed and disconnected.

 

Thing is, I?m a journalist by nature, the profession just followed. I?m intrigued, to a fault, and find myself drawn to trouble; as much in my personal life as professionally. Those that know me will only agree, so I?m being very frank. That, coupled with a fierce desire to explore largely unknown territory, forms an instinct so powerful, I simply can?t not act. What I learned on this trip was just how far I was willing to go and who else I?d drag into the firing line. I now see how the delicately fine line between extreme curiosity and unsurpassable risk gets blurred. I wonder if it?s a quandary every journalist experiences, or every human, even. I explore that dilemma on this distinctive journey…

 

Qatar, my first destination, is underlined by simmering anticipation of Bahrain. Violence breaks out again as I?ve two days to go. The forces open fire on mourners commemorating their loved ones killed in earlier shootings. Sensitivity is heightened and tensions peak. I try to focus on the country at hand.

 

The Ritz-Carlton is my kind of hotel; classic, ornate and traditionally opulent. A little large, but I retain the exclusivity, in the way most things are done in the Arab world, by paying for it. Club level is pure whimsy; separate floor accessible only by Club card, private top-floor members? lounge with sweeping views of the Ritz?s own marina out to sea, an exclusive (and complimentary) bar and table service with gourmet food on demand and an exclusive level of service where nothing is too much effort. Small touches in my sumptuous suite are enamouring, as I arrive, fatigued, to a rose-filled bubble-bath, heart-shaped petals strewn on the bed and a bottle of champagne with platter of exotic dates. Heaven begins here.

 

The view is stark yet honest; modern skyscrapers, sand dunes and construction, all shrouded in a sandy mist. Qatar is Dubai?s silent rival. Development is evolving at a frighteningly rapid pace, despite entire new neighbourhoods being uninhabited; the oil revolution continues.  Doha marina boasts walking advertisements. Picture-perfect British families stroll peacefully in the sunshine, beaming a hassle-free lifestyle, young children laughing and playing, relishing a good quality of life. Crime is minimal and tax-free salaries average £70k per annum; all the trappings of a ?good? life. Five days is enough for me.

 

Finding true local life in Qatar is like soul-mining, an epic feat, and I get annoyed constantly being directed to ?The Pearl,? Qatar?s direct equivalent of Dubai?s ?Palm?. 400 hectares of reclaimed land, dubbed ?the Middle East?s most glamorous location?. It?s a gleaming new waterfront development of designer boutiques, upscale bars, Michelin restaurants, five star hotels, three marinas and pricey luxury apartments, with more shops than people.

Doha offers ease of life, yet ironically feels uncomfortable. Think expensive new shoes; shiny and polished but not yet a second skin. There?s a constant anticipation. The city?s a debutante; prepped, preened and ready for the social season.

 

It takes me back to Dubai ten years ago, pre-stampede, when I could relax there. Qatar, now, has that air of elite sophistication that I almost cherish, but it seems desperate to shatter this image.

 

Evesdropping (I know it?s rude!) on a conversation whilst dining in the ultra-prestigious Club Lounge, a fascinating discussion ensues with an American businessman. With a child-like enthusiasm and excitability, much like myself, and links to the Emir of Qatar, H.H Sheikh Hamad bin Khalifa Al Thani, he discloses the country?s avant-garde aims of being the next sporting, financial and cultural crown of the Middle East. I had heard all the World Cup 2022 stadia might be temperature-controlled, a fact that?s duly confirmed, as I overhear two English businessmen perfecting their presentation to bid for the contract to build all twelve stadia. The Club Lounge is pulsating with business energy. Perhaps not so incongruous, as one guest lets slip that the palatial mansion hotel is actually owned by the ruler.  He even recalls an urgent meeting being called on international security when guests were removed from rooms and banned from the club suite. With a little persuasion, a member of staff quietly confirms this, saying it happens more than ten times a year. He describes the difficulty appeasing angered guests without exposing the reason.

 

Sport is a big opportunity for Qatar, one it?ll exploit ruthlessly and at any cost; having recently hosted the Asian Games, World Indoor Athletics Championships last year, Asian Football Cup in January and whilst I?m there, the Tennis Ladies Open, with players staying at my hotel. Getting into the lift with international female tennis stars is awkwardly amusing, particularly as I?ve no idea who most are.

 

So where do locals socialise in Qatar? Isn?t it apt, I think, as I wander ?Souq Waqif?, that people really do spend evenings eating ?Shawarma? (kebabs) and smoking ?Sheesha? (Arabic waterpipe). The cleanest, safest and most hassle-free market I?ve ever visited; I?m not even offered to be traded in for camels. Turns out, it?s an old souq knocked down and replaced with an old-looking new one. It shows. Still, the heady aroma of spices and herbs waft down the labyrinth of alleyways as men with creased faces in white turbans wheel barrows of concrete along the desert rock-coloured winding ways. Riotous bursts of sequinned sarees shimmer in the night lights, hanging outside tatty haberdasheries. I come face-to-face with an Arab laboriously stirring a giant steel vat of Arabic sweet, unphased by thick plumes of white smoke and the alluring smell of ghee. From the plethora of Sheesha cafes, more common here than pubs at home, I head to a roof terrace and people-watch while sipping a smooth rich Arabic coffee. Sienna, ochre and rust hues flirt in the spotlights below. Intermittently, the rumble of Arabic chatter is disturbed by a distant minaret bellowing a melodic call to prayer, floating over the city. Like a giant chess board, women in a sea of long black ?Abbaiyas? hover around men in princely white gowns and head-dresses. Ladies expose their wealth only through glimpses of diamante designer heels and chunky diamonds.

On the final day I head straight to the spa for a rejuvenating deep tissue massage and oxygenating facial. Luckily, I don?t have to venture further than the club floor for the best seafood restaurant in Doha, Ritz-Carlton?s ?La Mer,? boasting full-length views over the city lights. ?Porcini? is a slice of Milano on a plate; an authentic favourite, with delectable desserts of steeped tiramisu, rich panacotta and gooey chocolate fondant.

 

Qatar is emerging as defiantly permissive in contrast to its strict neighbouring countries. It?s thoroughly modern and I?ll be fascinated to see it in bloom. But it must discover it?s unique character and stop wagging its tail behind Dubai.

 

Next month: Anisha moves on to Bahrain

 

Beans Abroad – Teacher with a 2000km Classroom

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Penny Whiley?s day starts at first light when she wakes to the warbling of bush birds in the gum trees. It?s 30C outside and set to rise to the mid-40s by lunchtime. The land is dry and dusty for hundreds of kilometres around, broken only by clusters of ancient rocks which change colour throughout the day.  She says this landscape ?just cries out to be painted?. It hardly ever rains, but when it does the dormant landscape sprouts a dramatic carpet of verdant shrubs and the dried up riverbeds temporarily gush water once again.

 

This is the environment that has been Jerseywoman Penny?s home for the past 18 years; the place she describes as the beating heart of Australia: Alice Springs.  It throbs with activity compared to the previous ten years she spent in Tennant Creek, a mining town of the same desert, which is, as she points out, in the middle of nowhere. But it?s all a very long way from the parish of Trinity where she grew up.

 

By 7.30 am Penny has arrived at the Centralian Senior College, which shares a campus with Charles Darwin University. Here she teaches English classes to the 15 ? 18 year olds. Sometimes she is called upon to teach French at night classes and she laments the fact that most Australians don?t realise the importance of learning other languages. Penny also happens to be the only Philosophy teacher in the entire Northern Territory and those students she is unable to teach face to face are linked via the use of interactive computer technology.  She calls this her ?2,000 km classroom? and her more remote pupils are spaced hundreds of kilometres apart in the vast area that spans Alice Springs in the centre of Australia to Darwin on the far north coast, and as far wide on either side.  In earlier times, these pupils were taught via CB radio, but now Penny has availed herself of modern technology to transmit data over the desert and to interact with her protégées. She says that her role as a virtual teacher is never over and she often meets with her students online during the evenings and at weekends. She recalls a wonderful moment last year chatting online with her pupils late one night – everyone dressed in pyjamas and discussing the meaning of life – and quips, ?This is education, Jim, but not as we know it!?.

 

Surprisingly, Penny confesses to being a Luddite (something of an irony when both her car?s registration plate and her Avatar bear this moniker!). She admits to struggling with her mobile phone?s technology, for instance. Yet in the past couple of years, not only did she familiarise herself with the computer technology encompassing many of Microsoft?s products such as PowerPoint, Photo Story, Movie Maker, MSN Messenger, Excel and Word, but she also adapted and used this very technology to create a virtual classroom community allowing her ?to bring an older-style subject into the modern age?. As a result, she was nominated for Microsoft?s Innovative Teacher Award and the computer giant flew her and other nominees as special guests to their Asia Pacific Conference in Phuket earlier this year. Despite her protestations that she?s no IT whiz kid, she eclipsed fellow nominees much younger then herself and took home the award for the Northern Territory.

 

Coincidentally for Penny, the keynote speaker at the Phuket conference was Dr Willie Smits, the Dutch animal rights activist, microbiologist and forester who founded the Orangutan Outreach Center in Borneo. This subject has actually been close to Penny?s heart for some years now and meeting Dr Smits was the catalyst for her visit to Borneo later this year to see for herself the damage caused by the pillage of palm trees for their oil, used extensively in food products, and the sterling work pioneered by Dr Smits in rescuing orphaned orangutans whose food source is consequently being decimated. So passionate is she about avoiding food containing palm oil that Penny is setting up a worldwide interactive project called ?Stop Eating the Rainforest? with recipes that are all palm oil-free. Proceeds from this project will go towards buying back the rainforest and for the rescue and rehabilitation of abandoned orangutans.

 

Did I mention that she has also written a book of poems and short stories? She says she started ?fiddling around with poetry about ten years ago? and entered a few short story competitions in the interim. One of these stories won a prize and is incorporated in her book of poetry and short stories, ?Green Umbrellas? which has recently been published by Seaviewpress. The idea for the anthology stemmed from a story that her father, David Phillips, used to read to her many years ago at bedtime. It was he who designed the front cover of her book – a black and white sketch of an old French house with adjacent terrace, sporting the eponymous green (sun) umbrella. Penny has dedicated the book to him with the wry quote: ?For Dad, who used to read to me until you fell asleep?.  Semi-autobiographical, comical and ironic, it is also a vehicle in which she explores thought-provoking issues, her memories of Jersey and the family left behind.

 

What does she miss the most from the Island? Apart from family, of course, she really misses our seasons. Although Alice Springs gets cold during winter (often dropping below zero degrees), snowdrops and daffodils don?t grow there (the latter being an exotic luxury, flown in from the coastal cities!). Being something of a seafood aficionada, Penny fondly recalls our fish market with its displays of chancre crabs and fresh mackerel. Her nostalgia is best summed up though in the final lines from her poem ?Inland Sea?, the last one to appear in her book and where she describes the dust bowl of the Northern Territory being transformed by rain :-

 

?For it has not rained in this Inland Sea

For many months.

But now the red earth opens

To swallow and swill the nourishing rain,

Leaving a newly cleansed land

Which smells of vraic

From my childhood home.

I can almost taste the fresh crab??

 

 

 

Ear she goes

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When you?re coming up to a milestone birthday, running 10K might be the last thing on your mind. But for Sam Watts, director of Orchid PR, it was an ideal opportunity to set herself a challenge and raise money for a charity that has a special meaning for her family.  Sam explains:

?Five years ago my gorgeous niece Heather was born into a silent world.  As profoundly deaf, she didn?t have the joy of hearing birdsong, beautiful music or the sound of people?s chatter.  Blissfully unaware that her world was different from ours, it was her parents that had to deal with the bombshell and take the massive decision for Heather to have bilateral cochlear implants when she was eighteen months old ? the first child in Jersey to have them.  Heather now has 85% ?fake? hearing, but has had to slowly learn how to integrate into school and build her confidence, one step at a time. The day she realised she was wearing ?noisies? (her name for her hearing aids) and no other child in her class was, nearly broke our hearts.  She finally understood she was different and her confidence was battered.  Recently, Heather and her family were invited to take part in a weekend away for families and children with cochlear implants.  Co-ordinated by The Ear Foundation, they came face to face with many other children just like Heather. For the first time in her five years, she really felt like she belonged and her confidence shot through the roof.

 

The Ear Foundation (see www.earfoundation.org.uk for more info) is a unique charity providing support for children across the UK with cochlear implants and hearing aids.  In the UK around 800 children per year are born profoundly deaf and a number of others become deaf through accident or illness. The Ear Foundation provides education and support for all those children living with hearing aids or implants to ensure they can join fully into family and school life.  The Ear Foundation receives no statutory support and relies greatly on donations and grants.

 

Seeing first hand the impact the work they do has had on Heather and her family, I didn?t think twice about making them my chosen charity for my 40th birthday challenge ? running the Asics London 10K this month.  I?ve been training since the beginning of the year, and despite my body?s natural resistance to anything faster than walking pace, hope to be able to make the 10K and raise £2,500 for the Ear Foundation.?

 

Support Sam and the Ear Foundation as she runs the Asics London 10K on Sunday 10th July – you can visit her page at JustGiving – www.justgiving.com/Sam-Watts/1


 

Bright Smiles

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Duncan Alexander and Caroline Trehiou have teamed up to bring to Jersey an exciting new Teeth Whitening system that has support from a multimillion dollar American franchise.

The company has been enjoying great success in America and England for some 8 years now. Duncan and Caroline have managed to secure the franchise for the whole of the Channel Islands after their intense training course in the UK.

The system they use is the most technologically advanced whitening system available in the world today, it uses a unique light-guided mouth piece that disperses blue light over all tooth surfaces via its built-in optical lens.

The mouth guard, lined with a foam impregnated patented whitening formula, is accelerated by using a spectrum of blue light. SpaWhite?s patented process is designed to be very safe and effective and being ph neutral means very little or no sensitivity often associated with teeth whitening, therefore there is no need for painful lip retractors or gingival barriers.

The products have been FDA approved and are manufactured in an ISO approved factory in the USA under strict manufacturing standards. This means they can guarantee safe treatments, effective results and no side effects.

So if you want a smile that radiates naturally beautiful white teeth for only £149, then ring them at their treatment room found above Liberation Station (719111) or if you require any further information, give Caroline a call on 07797 734612.

 

Diary of a Dieter!

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So this year I am committed to losing a few pounds. I?m not sure what?s gone wrong every other year I?ve tried to lose a bit of weight for the summer; I?m sure I was committed to those diets too; but they always seemed to just peter out after an unsuccessful few weeks (or sometimes days).

However this time I am enlisting the help of professionals. After finding out about the Thalgo iPULSE 5.1 Slimming machine at Les Roches Spa I thought it could be my final hope. Over the years, like everyone else, I?ve tried numerous faddy diets. I?ve souped myself up, I?ve eaten Special K like it?s going out of fashion, I?ve joined gym after gym, I?ve signed up for marathons, I?ve power walked/fought/danced, I?ve even eaten like a cavewoman for a month – and yet I?m still not reaching my goal. So I decided to really invest in this treatment – and it?s quite expensive – however that made me all the more determined to stick to it and get results.

Thursday 26th May
It?s with a feeling of intrepidation that I turn up at Les Roches Spa for my first iPULSE treatment. I discuss with the therapist where my problem areas are; muffin top, thighs and the tops of my arms and she took down all my measurements so that over the next 3 weeks we can track my progress. The therapist attached the pads to my problem areas and the treatment was tailored especially for my body type and to help me reach my goals (which are quite simply to get slimmer!). The iPULSE machine combines 5 slimming technologies; for my first one the session focuses on breaking down fatty acids using ultrasound to reduce cellulite and also micro-currents which pulse through the pads to help with expelling fat and to tone the skin.

When the machine first came on we went through all the different intensity levels until we got to one which I felt was really doing a good job. So the brave ones can have the machine turned right up, blasting their pesky fat cells, whilst the more timid can opt for a lower level and go for the ?slow and steady wins the race? approach.

I chose to have it as high as I could tolerate; but because it goes in gentle waves, building up each time, I found that I could have it higher half way through the treatment which made me feel I was doing well (despite the fact the machine is actually doing all the work for me!)

Monday 30th May
Time for my second treatment. I get hooked up to the machine and put on a 30-minute session (I brought a book so I can relax whilst it works its magic). After my session I head to Bootcamp on the front near the hamburger stand, because combining the machine with exercise will boost its results and help with burning more fat cells, so I plan to go twice a week whilst I?m doing the treatments.

Wednesday 1st June
I?m really looking forward to my third session as my tummy is looking noticeably flatter. I have the pads turned up higher than usual as I?m building up a tolerance to them, which is exciting. My lovely therapist gave me a wonderful foot massage as I had the treatment which completely takes my mind off the new higher levels I have opted for.

Thursday 2nd June
My arms are actually tired and sore as if I have been to the gym. I feel like I?m beating the system!

Monday 6th June
I managed to stay away from alcohol all weekend. I?m halfway through my sessions and I really want to see results so I was designated driver over the weekend. I also took a look at the Thalgo Slimming Guide which Les Roches Spa gave me on my first session and read through their tips ont losing weight through healthy eating and I vow to give it a try for  the remaining 10 days.

Thursday 9th June
After this session I bought the Thalgo Slim & Sculpt Expert Slimming & Firming cream and the Cellu-thighs gel which my Therapist has been using on my stomach and thighs after every treatment. I?ve noticed my thighs are much less dimpled and the skin is smoother so I?m keen to use that product at home everyday whilst I?m doing this, so I feel I?m really attacking that problem area! This is a ?no holds barred?, all out assault on my fat cells and I?m going to do everything I can to make it happen. I even dusted off my year?s membership card for the gym which has just been sitting on the side, and went for a 20 minute fast walk on the treadmill (I haven?t dared to weigh myself).

Sunday 12th June
I couldn?t fit in two treatments in the week, so I got a space conveniently on a Sunday to have my penultimate treatment. I was actually really looking forward to the time-out as you literally get to lie there and do nothing for the 30minutes if you choose to (which I did). My Therapist kindly turned the lights down and put on some music, and I just lay back and let the machine get to work blitzing all my fat cells. I chatted to my therapist about how my new healthy eating diet was going and she pointed me in the direction of the Thalgo Ocea Drain Detoxifying capsules which you just add to a small glass of orange juice once a day to help cleanse your system and eliminate your body and digestive system of toxins so that everything can work at it?s fat-burning best.

Wednesday 15th June
The final treatment and results day. I?m really worried that after all the hard work with my sensible diet and slogging it at Bootcamp, I won?t have lost any weight. For this session I move onto a new session on the machine which focuses on burning fatty acids and uses lots of muscular electrostimulation to help build muscle and re-shape my body. It?s a really different sensation to all the other treatments I?ve had and it definitely feels like it is doing some hardcore work on my problem zones. My therapist gives me a blissful arm and hand massage to take my mind off it, and the treatment whizzes by.

 

Results:

So Hooray Hoorrrrrrrray woo HOO! I lost half a stone over the three weeks and more importantly I lost 9.5 actual centimetres from my body! That makes this worth every single penny, and I?m so pleased.

Two weeks later and I?m still loving the results. I?ve started swimming weekly too, to try and maintain my new slimmer figure. I haven?t lost any more weight since the treatment, but I?m still half a stone down and no longer dreading having to cover myself up all summer. My clothes definitely all feel better on me and I?m still trying to find my old favourite pair of jeans to see if I can squeeze back into them. Fingers crossed!

 

 

 

Happy Birthday Jersey Goldsmiths!

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The treasure trove of wonderful jewellery and gifts up in St Lawrence is celebrating its 25th birthday this summer.

 

We met up with Lynda Firkins, Marketing Manager at Jersey Goldsmiths who explained, ?In the early years we were lucky enough to be able to sell jewellery to the mass of holidaying visitors, who were only too happy to take home a keepsake of their time in Jersey. As our visitor numbers declined we realised how important it was that we developed our business with the changing times. Taking a good look around us at what was on our doorstep, a beautiful island, full of passionate talented people was part of the inspiration that would move us forward.  We started to design more collections ourselves from things we could see around us each day. Jewellery is all about emotion and designing a piece of jewellery that shows the sun setting at St Ouen?s Bay or a mother holding her firstborn child is creating jewellery that truly touches the soul. We feel our collections have ripened and matured with time, creating unique and distinctive pieces of jewellery.?

 

Julia Williams, manager of Jersey Goldsmiths said, ?These past years have been very useful in helping us to continue and grow and we feel very proud of the collections we have produced. We would like to thank our loyal locals for believing in us and we look forward to delighting them and our new customers for the next 25 years?.

 

Make sure you stop in over the summer and have a look around, the whole place has a great celebratory atmopshere at the moment and their tasty cakes at the cafe are unmissable!

 

Indonesia

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Don?t think about it. Book a ticket, buy a visa, pack a bag and it just happens

This has been our philosophy since we waved goodbye to Jersey-town. We have never used the world-renowned Lonely Planet, mainly for that reason. It is world renowned. Why would you want to leave a western culture, fly halfway across the world and then use a western guide book that every other westerner is using, and therefore follow the western tourist trail around South East Asia It makes no sense to me. We travelled for a few days with some Yanks who wouldn’t even go for dinner without consulting their precious LP. Needless to say, our sightseeing partnership didn’t last long. Explore for Gods sake, we said. Losers plan it.

Each time we set foot on foreign soil, we follow one golden rule: just ask the locals. There are countless experiences that were only possible because we followed the advice of the indigenous. Arriving in Sumatra we had the name of a guest house, and that was it. But soon we were happily sauntering off to Bukit Lawang to explore jungle territory on the advice of a lovely Indonesian at Angel Guest House in Medan. Sumatra is very similar to India as it has a huge Muslim population, areas that are very poor, and it is considered courtesy for women to cover up. Now that is fine, but the 37 degree heat just makes you want to get naked. Regardless, we conformed to culture, kitted up in our only long-sleeved and legged attire and sweated our way into the rainforest.

I think that the people of Sumatra are the friendliest that I have yet encountered on this trip. They truly look after you. Of course, you need to be careful not to become too friendly with the locals or they will somehow come to believe that you wish to spend the rest of your years with them in holy matrimony (the men I mean). Still, very friendly.

Anyway, we had spent our first week in Sumatra trekking through the jungle looking like two sun-starved Mowglis. Our first sighting of the gigantic orange-furred beings called orangutans was unreal. A mother and a baby spotted us, and swung over to investigate who was in their jungle. They came about two metres from us, and then vanished back into the trees as quick as they had arrived. It was amazing. On our trek, we saw a total of twelve Orangutans, three Black Gibbons and a dozen Komodo Dragons, all wild in the forest. Trekking through the beautiful jungle, we sang along with the locals, drinking beer and playing cards underneath a canopy of stars as we set up camp for the night. It really was one of the best things I have ever done. Sleeping on the jungle floor, learning herbal remedies, watching swinging Orangs follow us through the jungle, and finally rafting down the Bukit Lawang rapids. RUBBER DINGHY RAPIDS, BRO. Ahh, yeah.

After a long bus ride, a short flight and a lot of sleep, I was floating around the underwater world like some kind of technofied mermaid. Stunning. My rubbish ear canals had prevailed and therefore I had proved my doctor wrong (which felt like I defied science), and I gained my Open Water certificate. If you have any kind of fear of the big blue, I urge you to go scuba diving. As soon as you see what lies below that creepy, mystical, dark layer of liquid, you suddenly feel safe.  It’s only Nemo and his mates, after all. I’ve housed a horrible, yet clearly rational, fear of deep water ever since childhood (thanks to ?Jaws?). Even deep pools scared me (courtesy of James Bond). But since taking a tank down there, swimming around for a bit, floating and examining just how big them fishies actually are, I’m alright now. It’s kind of like when you learn that you can pick up jellyfish up with the palm of your hand. You’re not scared of them anymore because you know them. It?s the same with the sea, once you know it, you’re not afraid.

It was strange arriving in Bali and actually having a mirror again. I remember actually jumping back when I saw myself, who the HELL is that I thought. It’s amusing how the image of yourself you have in your head, and the actual reality of what you look like can be completely, COMPLETELY opposite sometimes.

Bali is swarming with Aussies. Literally. It is an honest pleasure to hear an English accent here. An unexpected surprise. A rare beauty. Not that I have a problem with Aussies, I don’t at all. In fact I’ve only actually encountered three Australians this whole trip. Well, until now. Bali has become very touristy and very Aussie, equivalent of our Costa del Sol holiday package deals, if you get what I mean. Of course there are the places you can visit where rice fields stretch for miles, and kids are all racing around trying to get their kites to fly in the limited Bali breeze (it’s a daily ritual). I swear none of these kids go to school. Look up, and you will see the aqua sky littered with kites of all different shapes and sizes. It makes them closer to God, they say. Anyway, we quickly left Kuta, home of the Bogins (look it up), and travelled up to a lovely little town called Ubud to visit the monkey reserve. This is essentially a beautiful place where you buy a bunch of bananas and monkeys suddenly sprout from every direction, pouncing at you, and climbing on your head, wrenching your hair out and generally abusing you until you reluctantly part with your $2 purchase, surrendering the whole bunch out of blind panic and fear, to one big fat daddy monkey that you just don’t want to mess with.

We floated across to the Gili Islands and embarked on a series of beach bum days which passed lazily, occasionally donning a mask to go and see some of the magnificent and humongous sea turtles which were sunbathing in the shallows. Chilling out with the locals, we soon realized that the Indonesians really do enjoy a group jamming session, and will whack out a guitar at any given point of the day expecting you to hold a tune to their plucking. It is funny how this is simply not something that us English folk do. Unless steaming drunk, or extraordinarily talented, we just don’t feel comfortable belting out a tune. Simply not our way, is it? I have to say, it took me and Niema a few beers and a serious consequence analysis before we parted with our dignity and let our inner Celine Dion out.

Maybe it’s because our English blood curdles as soon as we feel a cliché approaching. Campfire, guitar, group of people singing together? Sends ripples of mortification up my spine it does. So, I guess twas a shame the only songs we knew all the words to were Oasis. Ironic, huh.

So, back to the beach. Soon the dreaded check-my -bank-account time will arrive. Then the same process as before, I will fathom a new destination, and so shall begin the next article. I hope the weathers nice back home.

 

Skydive to save a life

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A tandem skydive fundraising event is being organised in the island to raise much needed funds for a Jersey charity called ?Hope for John?.  The small Jersey based charity is raising funds for research into Lafora body disease of which there are only 200 cases worldwide and is calling for daredevil islanders to sign up for the chance to do a tandem skydive over Jersey.

The ?Hope for John Tandem Sky Dive? will take place on Sunday 28th August 2011 in Jersey and is being organised by Carol Rafferty and will be managed by experienced instructors from Jersey Sky Dive.  The cost of a tandem skydive is usually £350, however, Jersey Sky Dive has kindly brought the cost down to £300 per person, with the Hope for John Charity paying £150 for each person willing to take the challenge. This event is also being generously sponsored by Kendrick Rose.

 

Carol Rafferty, event organiser, said: ?We are extremely delighted with the response so far.  There appears to be quite a few daredevils living in the island!  All we are asking is for people to raise a minimum of £600 in sponsorship.  I am certain people can raise this as friends, family and colleagues tend to be quite generous when people commit to jumping out of a plane for charity!?

 

The challenge is open to individuals and groups aged 18 and over. No previous experience is required and the closing date for entries is 15th July. To get involved, call Carol on 07797 910467 or email carolrafferty@jerseymail.co.uk.