There's gotta be a catch.- Brewster's Millions (1985)

I will try to give an unbiased, clear account of our time Colombo and hopefully give no clues to you, the reader, that I hated it, bloody hated it.

Ooppps - failed already. I'll start from the start.

Colombo Sunset

We landed to Colombo and everything went okay. Flight landed, collected bags, even got a free visa - woohoo! We got a taxi to our guesthouse and that's where things started to go awry. A very nice driver, he seemed so anxious that we enjoy our time in Sri Lanka. So much so that he insisted that if we wanted anything, ANYTHING, to ask him. How nice you say? Indeed. Travel advice, accommodation, even much coveted tickets to the Cricket World Cup quarter final (his sister worked in the ticket office). Anything we wanted he would provide. For free even.  What a friendly people you say? Indeed.

The next day we wake bright and early with one thing in mind. Our Chinese Visa. We didn't want to process our much needed visa for China in India as apparently it's one of the worst places to do so (according to people on the Internet and they can't be wrong). So our plan was to process our visa in Colombo, go to the hills for a few days, back to Colombo to collect it and head to the beaches. Not to be. We missed the visa processing time so we had to wait till the next day. Perfect opportunity to do some sightseeing in Colombo.

We walked around, camera in hand, looking like typical tourists only begging to be ripped off. While taking pics of a glorious sunset, we were approached by a man us asking were we going to the festival. We said we didn't know of any festival and he went on to tell us that today was a special day, that a holy temple that only opens one day a year was open today and it was so special that he had been given the evening off work to see it. We should not miss it. We said we might go but we wanted to take photos of the sunset first. He got very insistent and left in a huff. Peculiar... We then walked a few minutes and spotted a snake charmer. He asked if we wanted to take pictures holding the snakes and we figured a good photo opportunity. After the pics, he demanded 50 quid. Stunned, we managed to talk him down but still were annoyed as he had approached us not the other way around. What fools we were! Next minute another man approached us, telling us to hurry to see the elephant and the temple before it closes for the year. He was going home from work and would share his tuk tuk with us. Nice of him huh? We hopped in, eager to get away from the snake charmer rip offs.

Elephant for the Temple... Really?

Well out of the frying pan and into the fire, this guy was as bad. He brought us to the temple and was so overcome that we had decided to visit his country all the way from our own, that he had to, as his patriotic duty, show us around the temple. We began to get suspicious when he knew the dates and details of every pillar and post in the temple, but it was interesting and beautiful and there was a king elephant so we soon forgot our suspicions. At the end of the temple he asked did we want to go see where the elephants were kept at night. My love for all things elephant-like said yes without seeing the obvious scam. The waiting tuk tuk brought us to a local green area and there were 2 huge elephants camped out with their mamuts. We were brought over to feed and rub one - happiness! After our time with the elephants we told our patriotic friend that we would part ways with him. Only for him to insist, INSIST we go to see the gem expo that was, coincidence, today also. Smelling a rat (finally) we said no but he was insistent, and I like shiny things, so we went. Okay I'll admit it, I'm weak, I fell for the sales talk and I bought a necklace there. But it was pretty... No doubt Mr "on his way home from work" got a huge commission. So outside the gem shop we told him we were done and thanks for his kindness but he demanded to drive us home as his country wasn't safe at night. We (the suckers) agreed and once we got dropped off were hit with a 100euro bill for the last 90mins, 50 for the guide and 50 for the driver, even though we tried to let the driver go several times. Annoyed, angry and self conscious from the crowd who were gathered around us (drawn by the guides protestations) we threw the equivalent of 20E at them and stormed off.

Our first scam and thankfully we didn't get caught for too much. But between snake charmers, people on their way home from work, and tuk tuk drivers who were constantly doubling the price of things for us, we were sick of Colombo and it's rip offs. Time to get our visa done and get out of here. 

 We handed in our Visa and were told to come back in 5 days (but at the same time given the general impression that we may or may not be given said visa - Que anxious feeling that Alan was going to kill us for his solitary trip to China).

We ate lunch in a posh hotel that had stunning views over the harbour and spent an enjoyable few hours looking out at the ships and tankers coming in to the busy port. That is, until we realised we were the only ones who were enjoying the view. Everyone else was standing around a small television, glued to the screen. The Japanese earthquake and devastating tsunami had hit. This would be awful enough on its own if it wasn't for the fear factor it brought with it to the Sri Lankan people. The 2004 tsunami that hit Thailand so badly and hit 3 coasts of Sri Lanka and killed so many people. This new tsunami brought with it a lot of fear.We were advised to get to higher ground.

Train to Kandy, Stunning!

So we did. With a very enjoyable train ride to Kandy, Sri Lankas hill station. We got to our guesthouse, a lovely house up in the hills surrounded with green. Green trees, green grass, green bushes. It was like our eyes remembered we were Irish all over again. And our guesthouse did have one more thing in abundance - monkeys! They were everywhere, in the trees, on the roads, sitting on fences, on top of cars and in one situation being chased out of a house by a woman with a sweeping brush (monkeys are desperate thieves and are not welcome in peoples houses).

We spend a few days in Kandy and even though it appears to have lots to do up there, it didn't. The town was dull, the people didn't speak much English and although there were lots of sights and things to do around Kandy, no one could tell us how to get there to do them. We spent a lot of time online watching the horrors of the Fukishima nuclear power plant unfold.

Temple of the Sacred Tooth

But there was one nice attraction that we enjoyed seeing in Kandy, a monastery that houses a tooth from Buddha himself. It would seem that on his funeral pyre a monk reached in and pulled out his incisor tooth and brought it to Sri Lanka to be worshipped. And judging by the crowds of pilgrims that surrounded the temple every day it's quite the tourist trap! Apart from the tooth, the most interesting artifact there was a stuffed elephant. Not a furry toy, Raja the royal elephant whose job it was to carry the tooth of Buddha on pilgrimages, became a national treasure and after his death was preserved with the art of taxidermy to be displayed for ever. Yes it was creepy.

So back to Colombo we went to get our visas (approved!) and catch the evening train to our next stop on our tour of Sri Lanka. Mirissa beach.

Elaine (16th of March 2011)

There's a dead body in my bed and it smells like shit and it looks even worse. - Four Rooms (1995)

At this point I'm sure you're all familiar with our train journeys which include a delayed train, draughty, grotty carriage awoken by numerous locals at an unreasonable hour (well one of us at least) before arriving at our desired location.

Chinese Fishing Nets

And here we are, Kerala! (God's Own Country, if the locals are to be believed) I was hoping for a little more, but being underwhelmed seems to be the theme. Much like Goa this part of India seems to have a touch more of a European feel to it while the mid forty degree temperatures are quick to remind you that it is still very much Indian. Initially we planned to spend much longer here but thanks to the beach in Palolem we could only manage a few days, although I think it was all that was needed.

On our first day we took a brief walk around Fort Cochin, (brief as the heat was intense) to the shore to see the Chinese fishing nets that Kerala is famous for. While taking photos one of the fishermen called us out onto the fishing rig and gave us some information on them (apparently they're Portuguese) and allowed us to help raise the nets and get some photos before charging us for the privilege, nice chap! Other than that we took in some of the local shops and ate some fresh seafood before our excursion the following day.

Heave, Ho.....

The bus will be here at 8:30am! Imagine our surprise as we sat down to breakfast we were informed at 8am that the bus was here for us but not to worry as it will wait. Now imagine our further surprise when 20mins later we exit the guesthouse to find a bus full of people waiting for us with unimpressed expressions..... Good start I thought!

Kids having a swim in the backwaters

Today we are heading out to see the backwaters, a network of waterways that are integral to the Kerala economy, we also heard they were quite pretty so off we went to check them out. These peaceful channels were busy with local rafts paddling about while people worked the lakes that had formed and the coconut groves that lined its banks. How cool is it to find out that coconuts are used as not only a food and drink source but it's husk makes rope and it's inner shell is used for coconut oil production? Not very I know but what about coconut trees producing an alcoholic drink that does not need fermenting on a daily basis? Very and it's called toddy, that fact alone made the whole trip worth while. But on a serious note  we were impressed with the work done around the backwaters where everything produced is used locally and nothing goes to waste. Tourism too is a big draw, so seeing such a green environment being kept as such will benefit them long into the future. A breath of fresh air in comparison to the "tomorrow never comes" attitude of much of India

Backwater Taxi Service

After some lazy days in Kerala we had to make tracks to Trivanthirum down south to catch our flight to Colombo. The train journey was short, only 5 or 6 hours that were filled by chasing a cockroach away from behind my tray onto the seat in front only for him to consistently reappear from another direction (how we have changed - 7 months ago I would have asked to change train). We had no idea what to expect of TRV but we didn't expect a lot and that was what it delivered! We had 2 nights here to help break up the train and flight times so we booked into the first place we found in our Lonely Planet guide which also happened to be the cheapest, that should have been enough warning.

Welcome to Hell

If you picture the place from the movie Hostel and think of the most brutal character in it, even they wouldn't have stayed in this place. From a swarm of mosquitoes to crawling bed sheets to graffiti on the wall saying "it's not too late to check out now" we shut our  eyes and prayed that morning would arrive soon. Once it did we got the hell out of there and booked into a rather plush hotel and enjoyed our comfort until our flight. 

Patrick (9th of March 2011)

I couldn't take much more of those coconuts. Coconut milk is a natural laxative. That's something Gilligan never told us. - Cast Away (2000)

The blue waters, the white sand, the green palm trees

Panaji at dusk

You know the photographs you see of tropical beaches, the blue waters, the white sand, the green palm trees? Well we are there. Palolem, Goa and it is idyllic. On the advice of our good friend Gora we have decided to stop off in Palolem for 5 days on our way down to the tip of India before we fly out to Sri Lanka. We end up staying for almost two weeks.

The "wedding cake" church

After flying into Goa we stay in the old Portuguese colony of Panaji for two days to soak in old Goa. It's lovely and peaceful but if we knew what was only 2 hours up the road we would have hightailed it out of there. But saying that they had a Domino's Pizza so we stayed 2 nights and got a bus to Palolem, hugging each other as the beach huts came into view. (mentally hugging, as I was shunned to the back of the bus, away from the women's section - Patrick)


Palolem is a small beach town with disposable bamboo shacks lining the main road. I say disposable as they are dismantled every year before the rains come and rebuilt when the season starts up again. There is a main strip on the road with shops selling jewellery, pashminas and very modest women's swimwear (birkhini anyone) and another strip down the beach with restaurants and bars. Most places shut after midnight but by then you're usually pretty wrecked from a long day lying on your sun lounger or walking the 2 mins to the beach. It's a hard knock life!
We settled into beach life pretty quickly. Up and out to the beach most days, alternating tanning one day and being burnt the next, happy hour mojitos as the sun goes down, watching new cinema releases on the big screen in outdoor restaurants (mental note: do not watch 127hrs while eating a steak), drinks in the bars chatting to the lovely Nepali staff and falling into bed that night to start all over again then next day. Somehow we took to the route like pros...

Patrick feigning interest, Elaine thinks she sees a bed

But we did have the odd day of productivity. The odd day... We did a cooking lesson in the fantastic Spicy Bella restaurant. Patrick learned to cook a peshwari chicken kebab, fried noodles and I did a palak paneer and nan bread. It was an interesting class with delicious food and a great set up that would have been completely appreciated if the two of us weren't dying a thousand deaths from an impromptu pub crawl the night before. There we were, (in the horrors) in a hot steamy kitchen surrounded by food smells and the two of us sweating out every drop of drink in us. But it was a good lesson, and we learned loads, but when the food was put in front of us to eat we just wanted to go home and die! 


We were fortunately revived out of our lackadaisical attitude with the arrival of Gora and Shona who were coming to Palolem for a week from Kolkata. Their arrival coincided with the arrival of some killer waves on the beach. Not your average wave that occasionally catches you off guard and tosses your hair, no these bad boys pounded on you, trounced you and all you could do was hold on to your bikini bottoms for dear life. Fun!

Gora and Shona

During the time we were in Palolem a huge, worldwide event was taking place. A sporting event. Doesn't ring any bells you say? That's because it was cricket. Held between Bangladesh, Sri Lanka and India from February to April cricket world cup was a huge affair encompassing the other half of the world (ie not us). Cities shut down and traffic was at a standstill while in bars and restaurants big screens were set up so the staff and clientele could watch the 3hr+ games. (For the western beach goer it was a godsend as it meant there wasn't the usual influx of Indian men walking up and down the beach to gawk at our "wares".) Every day we'd come off the beach and feign interest with the bar staff while secretly wondering was a wicket was. That was until one particular match. On the 3rd of March underdogs (and generally crap at cricket) Ireland beat favourite to win England by 3 wickets. Shona, Gora, Patrick and I were in a frenzy, receiving texts from Indian friends with updates and the bar staff phoning around other bars to get us up to the minute results we were given the final score. The beach was in an uproar, strangers were coming up to us on the beach and congratulating us. All of a sudden people who couldn't point Ireland out on a map were saying "Ireland? Ah yes, beat England - good game!" It was bizarre but we got in on the buzz, learned what a wicket was and became fans . In the spirit of full disclosure I must add - we bought cricket jerseys.

The Indian Hoff...??

The days all rolled together into one mojito fuelled haze and before we knew it, it was time to leave and go to Kerala. Our last day was quite memorable as we had planned on being our usual beach bum selves but when we got to the beach we saw all the beds were gone. Asking around we learned that the police were coming for a "surprise" inspection and any bar without permits had to hide their beds to avoid a fine. There was not one bed on the beach. At loss of what to do, we hired a boat and went off in search of dolphins. We didn't see much but the price of the boat hire was worth it for our fisherman alone. He was a howl. He started the motor and I don't know, maybe he thought we wouldn't like the sound of the outboard, but he sang for a good 20 minutes, his own jazzed up version of Mary Had A Little Lamb. His English was a little eccentric and when we did (briefly) see a dolphin he said proudly "look at him, he is so happy that he is standing up!". His happiness was infectious and it was impossible not to be influenced by it. We returned to the shore with another rendition of the nursery rhyme, with the happy man waving his hat in the air at every high note.

We have our last meal in Palolem on the beach and we head for the train station with 15hrs on a train ahead of us and 'Mary Had A Little Lamb' stuck in our heads.


Elaine (4th of March 2011)

You know how much time you lose by checking in? - Up in the Air (2009)

Hours before our flight back to India from Kathmandu Elaine and I found ourselves awake in the middle of the night and neither of us knew what had woken us. Then a deafening boom hit the room, so loud the panes of class in the windows were rattling. Never have I heard thunder with such force or that felt so close, what had woken us was a flash of lightening so bright that it had woken us from our sleep. We lay awake for a while listening to the thunder reverberating off the mountains, not knowing that this mega storm would go on to delay our flight out to Delhi leaving us to stress over the idea of missing our connection to Goa.

One rushed and unsettling flight later we arrive in Delhi with an hour and a half to spare. After 30 minutes sweating in line at the ever inefficient Indian Immigration, we get our bags and make our way to departures with the clock ticking, after some unhelpful information from those you'd expect to know better, we are informed our departure is in another terminal (now when I say another terminal it was a fifteen minute drive on a public road to another compound, I'm sorry but for me that is classified as another shagging airport). So with 50 minutess to take off we are sitting in a gas powered van/taxi casually driving through rush hour Delhi traffic to get to our terminal with 30 minutes left on the clock. 

I am at this point a boiling heap of frustrated anger while Elaine, who isn't keen on flying at the best of times, is still shook from the last flight and not in any hurry to go back up. We run to the check-in expecting to be laughed out of the airport, only to find out the storm that delayed us in Kathmandu had worked it's way down resulting in our connecting flight being delayed for 40 minutes. With a sigh of relief we went to get some food (me) and drink (Elaine).

Now this next part is typically Irish: My pizza had just arrived and Elaine had gotten her second glass of wine when she decided to check the board for our flight. Que Elaine sprinting back, shouting it's final call at our gate and to get my pizza to go, she downs her glass and we run to the gate. 10 minutes after take off I'm munching on take away pizza, Elaine is more than a little merry and we are en route to India's sunny west coast.

Patrick (15th of February 2011)

Candy-stripe a cancer ward. It's not my problem. - Fight Club (1999)

They say the Himalayan mountain range is a sight to behold, an awesome thing. You spend months training to get to the peak of your fitness, hundreds on the proper equipment, travels thousands of miles and finally when you climb the range, you are humbled by what you are see. This is truly the only way to witness the Himalayas

OR

Air India flight AI-9747 Kolkata to Kathmandu flies over the range for a good 20 minutes, leaving plenty of time for oohs and aahs without all the pesky climbing. This should give you an idea of what our 15 day trip to Nepal is going to be about - key word: relaxing. Or laziness. But who can blame us, 4 months working in Kolkata we deserve a lie in.

Katmandu Street

But not to discount the Himalayas, they are a spectacular sight and even more so looking down at them. It's quite an experience when your up so high and those snow capped peaks are still as clear as day nestled in the clouds.

We stayed in Thamel - a really chilled out section of Kathmandu where the emphasis was on beef steaks, cold beer and BEING offered hash on a twice hourly basis. But the most curious experience was walking around this brightly lit city full of shops and restaurants only for it to plunge into darkness and everyone to continue as normal lighting torches, candles AND gas powered lamps (Nepal is in the middle of an energy crisis and 14 hour rolling blackouts plague the country).

 So after gorging ourselves on every edible section of the cow (India revers the cow so scoffing a bacon beef burger is a big no no) we took a 7 hour bus to Pokhara which was an exhilarating experience down miles of winding roads along the edge of the Kathmandu Valley, Elaine wasn't too impressed when I kept pointing out how high up and near the edge we were.

Average sight

Our arrival in Pokhara was not without some drama as when we got off the bus I realised my backpack was nowhere to be found. Thankfully the rep from our hostel was at the bus station and he took control of the situation - which meant telling everyone within earshot what had happened to us and then surrounding the man that was responsible for our bag theft for a group interrogation. The bag guy decided to get cocky and told the crowd "it's not my problem" HE quickly received a right hook in the face by our rep and a number of bystanders. With no satisfaction to be had the rep brought us back to the hostel and asked us to let him make some enquiries while we rest up, an hour later after putting together a very expensive list for our travel insurance we had a knock on our door, the bag was recovered! I didn't care where it went or how it got there but it was back and untouched. One hour later we bought a bike lock.

Road to Pokhara

Pokhara was a beautiful lakeside town below the Annapurna range and was famous for its treks and views of the Fishtail Peak. We chilled out here for a number of days enjoying the clean air and peaceful surroundings. We'd like to say that we did more during our stay but we were just wrecked from the last few months and did little other than eat steaks and nap. Rock and roll huh?

Fewa Lake

Getting back from Pokhara to Kathmandu was a bit of an experience though. As with the last bus journey, it was a 7hr trip over 160km, which shouldn't take so long but the roads are narrow and winding so the drivers HAVE TO go slowly to make it to their destination safely. Case in point: on this particular bus trip back to Kathmandu we saw, a) one small bus turned on its side down a metre drop on to some ride paddies - no one appeared hurt, b) one lorry who didn't make a turn in time and had one wheel and a quarter of his cargo hanging of a good hundred feet VERTICAL drop and c) one 4x4 private jeep, wheels up body down in the river after going over the edge of hundred foot drop. We didn't hear if there were any survivors. Buses in Nepal are scary!

Thankfully our trip didn't require any more bus rides as we were leaving the next day and headed for the beaches of Goa, India. 

Patrick (15th of February 2011)

Relaxing Nepal

On a side note, people mainly visit Nepal to trek. We had no interest in such a thing (well at this time anyway) and were really out of place with the bearded adrenaline junkies who had just scaled such and such a mountain. We were considered right weirdos to relax in Nepal when there were all these adventures to be had. Lets just say we got many strange looks. Oh well - next time!

So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye - The Sound of Music (1965)



Messing at the party with SEED



So our plans have changed. Instead of going to Bangladesh for 8 days we have decided to postpone leaving Kolkata for a week and then spend 15 days in Nepal. Reason being a) even though we have delayed leaving Kolkata by a month already, we still aren't ready to leave and b) Bangladesh seems to be a country sized death trap. 2 examples - 1) on the same day two separate public transport buses were bulldozed by two separate trains after trying to rush though two separate rail crossings leaving many people dead 2) a public ferry carrying hundreds sank after a hull breach resulting from sailing over the wreckage of another ferry that had sank the previous week, leaving many people dead. 8 days in Bangladesh? No thanks.



Decorations went down a treat!



You would think that after an extra 6 weeks in Kolkata we would be ready to go, bags packed, goodbyes said, gas turned off etc.  Yes you would think this. We are of course, the exact opposite. Unpacked, unprepared  and in complete denial that we are leaving at all. Typical.

For our final week we finished up our classes so we'd have time to go through handovers with the new volunteers and in theory we had loads of time to get organised. But we couldn't bring ourselves to say goodbye when we were going to be in Kolkata for another week so we continued pretty much as normal. I had a big party with my SEED girls where I gave them our apartments Christmas decorations, but like any children they were more interested in the box (the lovely box that Patricia sent over with my Christmas goodies - thanks you O' Donovan family). The party was a blast and was the perfect way to say goodbye to my girls. However I didn't realise at the time it was be goodbye as I was scheduled to see them again before I left, but they went on an excursion and I didn't see them again. In hindsight it was a better farewell with no tears (mine) but at the time it was upsetting.



Small Boys Cake

Our last day in Kolkata was a full day of farewells ranging from a gathering in the small boys home with cake and a beautiful handmade card to cake, speeches and dancing in Punorjibon that evening. It was horrible to say goodbye to the kids we had gotten to know so well over the past four months but we were comforted by the knowledge that they were in the good hands of The Hope Foundation. Later that evening we went for dinner and drinks with the volunteers before heading back to the apartment to start our packing. See what I mean about being disorganised? It was the perfect last day and we couldn't have wished for a better end to an amazing four months.

We met some amazing people in Kolkata; all the Hope staff, children and volunteers along with the lovely people in our local area; our friendly neighbours, shopkeepers, laundrywallahs, tailors, chicken roll man, noodle man, momo woman, chai man, vegtable market men - the list is endless. All these people helped make us feel at home in Kolkata when we were far from our own.

Patrick and I would like to take this time to thank everyone who supported us in our efforts to get here and also to the people who kindly donated money towards Christmas parties and presents for the children in the Hope homes. From the bottom of our hearts we thank you, it was greatly appreciated.

Elaine (5th February 2011)



Boys presenting us with a card



Well I'll tell you something. This is no longer a vacation. It's a quest. It's a quest for fun. I'm gonna have fun and you're gonna have fun. - National Lampoons Vacation (1983)

Well it was bye bye Christmas the day following St. Stephens Day, while everyone else was playing in the snow and slip sliding their way about at home, we volunteers were back in action again! But it wasn't all work, work, work....

New Years picnic in full swing

New Years Eve myself, Elaine and Stephanie went on an excursion with kids from the Hope Kolkata Foundation projects (these are the permanent home runs exclusively by Hope). So a picnic on New Years with nearly a hundred kids and staff? How could we refuse! Nearly 2 hours out of Kolkata to a rural getaway, on a bus full of over excited kids, staff and very loud Hindi music (there is no volume control in India) we reached our destination. Fresh air, green grass and space to run around in, it's amazing how small things like that are appreciated here.
So what followed was a great day filled with dancing, food and games (you're never too old for musical chairs) along with a much quieter drive back to the city, the bus full of sleeping children. That night we called to one of the volunteers apartments for a low key New Years celebration.

Trip to the "Sad" circus

If it wasn't mentioned myself and Elaine extended our stay for another month for which we must thank Hope for. Our thinking was "3 months is good but 4 months is better" and even now at the end of January I have to admit a feeling of "some done but more to do". We put our heads down and spent our last few weeks getting as much as possible done, we welcomed some new volunteers, (Barry and Annmarie who happily took to Kolkata like ducks to water and just over a week later they were showing Tim and Denise the ropes) tried to wrap up some work with our projects and plan the next step of our trip!

Elaine enjoying the circus

Highlights of the months were definitely going to the circus with the SEED Girls (the Usual Suspects), it was great fun travelling out on the public bus (with a man who had a carrier bag with ducklings in it) and while the circus itself left alot to be desired, the experience with the girls was great. Leaving the Punorjibon lads off English class and going to the park to play football instead, pity I didn't get to do that more often. It was nice getting to know some of the new volunteers too but it's a shame having to leave so soon when you've just gotten to know someone. And I FINALLY got to see the tourist hotspot that is Victoria Memorial..... yeah always leaving things to the last minute!

Victoria Memorial

Football at the park

Oh and in regards to what the next step is; we're booked to go to Bangladesh on the 29th of January for 8 days and following onto Nepal for a week.
So that should be something to look forward to but right now there isn't a big urge to leave. I guess you got to know when to call it a day ....

Patrick (27th January 2011)

I never said I was a golden god... or did I? - Almost Famous (2000)

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Here is the article that was published in the Irish Post, an interview with the both of us.

Patrick (16th of January 2011)