Today I started an NLP Practitioner course in Gaziantep, in southern Turkey, and it was a cold start.
I have been back in the UK now for seven days, leaving Malaysia on Chinese New Years day, the Year of the Ox.
My annual tax return had to be submitted by the 31st January, and I had meetings to attend, so I left the high temperatures and humidity, for the cold winter weather of the UK. I personally like the colder climate, as I can sit in front of a warm fire, cuddle up in a warm duvet, or go out walking, wrapping up in warm clothes, adding more as needed. The trouble with the hot climates that I can take no more clothes off as I work in the garden, the neighbours would object.
Today we are in for snow storms here in London. Already one of my meetings has been cancelled for tonight, as all buses have been cancelled, trains and underground distrusted, flights from the major UK airports coming to a standstill with flights canceled. Well, there will be few passengers as travelers cannot get to the airports anyway.
This is one thing strange about the UK. A little bad weather and the country comes to a virtual stop. Schools are closed, shops do not open, meetings are canceled. The British cannot cope with weather. The UK is not the only country that cannot take changes in weather. Turkey for example nearly comes to a stop if it rains.
Life has been one learning curve, and the more I learn, the more I know I do not know.
es with the Hurricane.
I have just received a couple of photographs from Istanbul to make me feel really uncomfortable here in Bukit Mertajam, Malaysia.
The humidity is really so high, I can feel the water in the air as I breath in. It has been raining which adds to the humidity.
But the temperature is so high too.
Too much for me. I have a fan and an air conditioner working, with my shirt undone, yet I am still sweating.
Oh for a bit of Istanbul.
Snow from an office window in Istanbul 30/12/08
Not only have I been mentioned on a TV program, but I have just been sent this article from a Turkish Newspaper.
Again I hope it is good.
News article from Turkey.
This morning here in Bukit Mertajam, Malaysia, I am awoken once again by the first call to prayer. The Mosque is a long way from Desa Palma where the house is, but there is only one tree I think between loudspeakers on my eardrums, so there is a direct sound flow. Again he had turned the volume up so much, he was getting feedback, a high whistle.
Laying in bed, knowing that the sun would soon usher away the dark night, I wonder if I am the person he manages to wake up at such an hour. Many times on previous first calls I have looked out of the window, and never seen any lights go on as worshipers prepare themselves. I wonder how many understands him, as most of his talks seem to be in Arabic.
I take three deep breathes to stay calm and not get agitated by such an early awakening (5:30am) Perhaps I may manage to go back to sleep. If I stay calm, the prayers will end, and peace will descend upon me again.
Then the birds start their early morning calls, replacing the night insects chirping.
It seems there is a conspiracy to keep me awake, as the early morning workers on their Honda 50 motorbikes, pop, pop, pop, passed the bedroom window. The odd workers bus, with no exhaust system to silence the noisy diesel engines. The workers are off to start their working day.
Oh Poo Poo, there is nothing for it, but get up, and start my day.
Maybe there will not be a “Obama and Hillary” alliance, it had ended before it had even started.
I go out into the garden and look for my new friend I gained in the last week.
We have spend ages just looking at each other, there is no conversation, but that is no barrier, there has been no physical contact, we have just being there, being together, confident that we were safe with each other.
I have become quite fond of my new friend. It has not gone too far as I know my friend has their own life to get on with, but I just love being there together just for a while.
I search and search, but my friend is not there. I feel quite empty, lost.
Have I lost my friend?
Have they found another?
I know every thing will eventually come to an end, but this relationship had only just started. There is so much I want to learn, somehow this relationship left right.
I will look again tomorrow. Hopefully I will get a message, some sign that at least they are there.
My friend the lizard
Good friends are hard to come by sometimes.
Last week had been quite busy with meetings, but I had no courses to give or clients booked from now until Christmas.
My plans had been squashed, as courses had been canceled, and people I had asked to be with me had not answered my requests, so rather than sit by myself in Norbiton Hall, Kingston upon Thames, I once again traveled into the West End of London, looking at the shops and streets, and decided on the spur of the moment to fly to Malaysia.
It was a grand opportunity to fly on Singapore Airlines new A380 aircraft, but try as I could I could not get a seat on the upper deck. I had been told that seat rows 71 – 78 are good seats, and row 80 as the latter is an exit seat so lots of leg room. The upper deck I am told has a row configuration of 2-4-2, whereas the main lower deck has a row configuration of 3-4-3.
Singapore Airlines A380 at Changi Airport
As I like a window seat, I often find myself locked into my seat by the two people sleeping next to me in the 3-4-3 configuration, so no pee pee’s.
Eventually, Friday evening I was able to log onto the web site of Singapore Airlines to book-in and choose a seat. But what I was shown was a seat booked for me, 46K, at least a window seat, but the rest of the seats fully booked, taken.
Boarding the aircraft was a dream, so quickly, even with over 470 passengers, and the seats are wide, comfortable, with plenty of leg room.
The view from the window amazed me. A gigantic wing, arcing like a ski slope from the fuselage, filling the whole window. I could see nothing but wing, and I believe it is so wide, you could play football on it. So, moral of this story is if you want a window seat on an A380, do not pick rows 44 – 48, because you will not see any more than the wing, beautiful as it is, just like ang eagle.
The smooth flight lasted over 12 hours, and was so smooth, but my video had no sound, so I could not watch any films.
Now I sit in Singapore Changi International Airport waiting for 7 more hours for the connecting flight to Penang.
I think I will get a free two hour tour of Singapore, that should keep me awake and give me something to do.
Having just finished an NLP Diploma course in Gaziantep, Southern Turkey, I find myself with a rare day off, when I can relax, catch-up on my emails, work and friends.
It is wonderful to work with participants, who are willing to experiment, experience new ideas, explore perhaps subjects that the knew already yet never put into action yet.
It is a joy to watch the different personalities emerge throughout the two days, and the changes that can be achieved in that time for the participants and myself.
Yes, even changes in myself, for although I maybe giving the training, I too change as I discover new ideas from the participants, realise points I had missed over the many times I had delivered the courses, having that ‘Aha‘ experience, ‘now I understand‘ time, and notice where I can improve my delivery, adapting to the environment, the people, the changing situations and my own body and mind.
It is also good to be with friends, to talk, to communicate, catch-up on news, exchange ideas, challenge each other with beliefs and culture, yet keep in harmony, sharing and supporting, being there.
As I sit here on a wonderful sunny day, I can prepare myself for the next 7 days of training and presentations, realising that although I am tired, I love my job.
NPL Diploma Course, Gaziantep, South Turkey. Oct 2008
It is early morning start today, as I start a three month tour of Turkey, Bahrain and Italy.
With nearly back-to-back training and talks, few days off, it will keep me active that is for sure.
We will be giving NLP Practitioner, Master Practitioner, Mind Mapping, PhotoReading, Coaching, Memory courses, presentations and talks at the Mind Festival in Bahrain, seeing clients on a 1-2-1 basis who will be travelling to see me from long distances.
Great work, little time for the internet and the blog, so see you all soon.
I received this message from Jamie Simmons, after he read my articles on the Spitfire and Hurricane aircraft. I have asked Jamie if there are any photographs of their aircraft so that I can post them on the blog.
Please help with their project if you can.
My name is Jamie Simmons and volunteer my help by restoring classic aircraft and components for The Aircraft Museum at Fort Perch Rock in New Brighton.
We have in our collection the remains of a Spitfire Mk2a which crashed during the war at Birkenhead Park, the pilot bailed out landed to fight another day.
The Spitfire is very complete from nose to tail and as we also have the manufacturers ID plate this constitutes an excellent point at which to start a rebuild to fly.
This would be a five year rebuild and have a restoration company based in the Isle of Wight named Airframe Assemblies who specialise in Spitfire rebuilds and restorations, we are looking for interested companies/persons to help rebuild this piece of British history, the benefits are aircraft displays, film work, documentary, corporate events and air displays, the first being a documentary on the rebuild and awareness of the rebuild at air displays and fund raising.
If you are interested or know of any company who would like to help please contact me by Email:-
Mr Jamie Simmons
The Aircraft Museum
Fort Perch Rock