Sunday, 25 November 2012
Welcome to my office
Replacing the net at Bintan - Summer 2012 |
At the practice bar, next to the main rig. |
Backstage. This was one of our indoor circus shows. Raiding the costume cupboard was fun! |
Not strictly a circus show.... more a celebration for the Olympics, but it involved a spectacle at the pool, so it's in. |
The net! Getting ready for a fly demo. |
My middle finger strapped with a golf tee after I dislocated it in the middle of a fly show. OUCH (Yes, I finished the fly show) |
Temptations Show - Agung doing my hair |
Up there... |
...just putting a catchtrap up |
Show promo stunt - mannequins in the boutique |
At the rig |
Sunday, 6 May 2012
I didn’t think I was actually running away with the circus...
Let’s get us up to date… In 2010 I decided to quit the
sensible job which was eating all my hours and energy to go on some epic
adventure. I had saved a chunk of money and spent it all on plane tickets and
stuff that travel blogs said I should get (including a mossie net that took up
most of my case and came out twice in a year. Don’t bother).
In South Africa I got myself involved with ‘Lunchbox
Theatre’, a kids acting group in Plettenburg bay. I hitch-hiked into town each
Monday on my day off from working at Monkeyland Sanctuary and spent a couple of
hours with Stuart and his class. Stuart also took me along to one of his
community theatre performances at a local school as part of their environmental
awareness programme. There were huge paper mache whales involved. I love it when kids get inspired through
performance. It reminds me how much power theatre really has.
Lunchbox Theatre performing, October 2010
In Cape Town I went to a beautiful bar called Bombay Bicycle
Club which gave me a love of swings. This will come back into play soon, you
wait and see. Cape Town was also where I met Sally. She’s a ukulele. She’s
joined me on my epic adventure from this point on.
After that I bumbled about in Thailand for a while I caught
a train to Champhon and a ferry to Koh Tao with a lass I’d met in a bar the
night before. I met a guardian angel called Ross, the acupuncturist, on the
train. He turned out to be a saviour when I couldn’t find any accommodation on
the island having not booked ahead at all, and whilst crashing at his swanky
bungalow for my first night, we made a pact that if I tried diving with him the
next day, he’d come try the flying trapeze with me the day after. Legend.
Ross and me about to make our first ever catches.
So just days later I’m staying in Koh Tao Backpackers which
just happens to be right opposite the trapeze rig. I make my first ‘catch’ on
the first day. Knee-hang! A few days later and I’m a couple more catches down
and loving it. Ross carries on diving, I carry on trapezing and we meet up for
cocktails with the trapeze crew each night. I accidently mis-book my flights on
to Hong Kong and don’t leave for a further 4 days. It’s not the end of the
world. I’m in paradise, after all.
In Hong Kong I meet my friend Naomi. We hang out with her
fellow performing, singing, dancing friends before we head over for a couple of
days at Ciaran’s place. Ciaran is a professional clown with a flat that’s a
costume cupboard/prop room with a spot for a bed and a tv. Ciaran’s not there
at the moment. Bizarrely he’s in Thailand though we never managed to catch up
there. He’s wonderful and gives me the run of his pad and in return I give his
cat Eric lots of attention as daddy’s away. I spend some time shopping for
vintage dresses which is my favourite thing to do in Hong Kong, along with
taking pictures of bicycles, and spend the rest of my time contemplating my
next move on Ciaran’s roof, stroking Eric, looking up at a half built aerial
rig that he just happens to have on top of his pad. I guess if you hang around
with circussy folk long enough, it just all starts to make sense.
Eric at Ciaran’s rig *meow*
So here’s my dilemma. I have tickets to Australia leaving in
less than a week, but my heart says go back to Thailand. I follow my gut and
book a ticket back to Thailand, from Macau in order to swing by and catch catch
Cirque Du Soleil’s show; Zaia at the Venetian with Naomi.
In Thailand I check in to a room for a month at a reduced
rate. I arrive at the trapeze, excited to surprise everyone. Over the following
3 months, I start to help on board and learn a whole plethora of tricks. I have
a ball. I’m learning tricks and learning how to work the trapeze at the same
time. I flyer on the beach for a local restaurant and they give me free food. I
believe you call this; living the dream.
Trapezing in Koh Tao
Eventually, when a boat took me off the island in April 11,
crying all the way, I made my way to BKK airport and caught a plane to
Melbourne. I hung out for a taster silks session with the Womens Circus Group
and caught an end of term show at Nica.
When you work on a circus, sometimes your desk is actually
a
converted chest of drawers on a double decker bus
Get your stilts out
*Kitty Compulsive* performing Burlesque in
Wollongong
(Picture by Jane Davis)
My tours of New Zealand and USA passed without so much
involvement in circus. I met up with Fliss in NZ and we passed through
Christchurch without really knowing where Circo Arts would have been. I’d met
so many people in my time in Wollongong that had either been there or were on
their way there that it seemed right to see what was left of it, but being
respectful of what people there have lost, I didn’t push my investigations too
much and missed this one. In the USA I longboarded and sprained an ankle for my
arrival in Vegas, where I also had heat rash that sent my dreams of finding
some rich old man and kissing his chips right out the window. I couldn’t even
limp to the casino Circus Circus despite staying just a little way up on the
strip.
Getting home was a culture shock. Sally kept me sane as she
had done through most of the journey to be fair. Less than 10 days in the job
I’d applied for all those months ago when I first arrived in Australia came up.
Did I want to go and work at a holiday resort with a flying trapeze rig? Days
would consist of kids and adult lessons. We’d do 2 shows a week; one indoor and
one outdoor? Are you kidding? I’ve JUST got back to England and NOW you contact
me? Yes, of course I will. Obviously. I had a phone interview. Signed a
contract on the Friday, booked my ticket on Saturday and flew on Wednesday. I worked at the resort for 4 months, until they closed. Proud to be part of an awesome team and some amazing circus shows, both indoor and on the outdoor flying trapeze.
Picture by Natalie Hempel
SO IN SUMMARY….
Circussy things I did: Flying Trapeze Adventures (Thailand),
pondered life at Alfie NoName’s half built rig (HK), caught Zaia - Cirque Du
Soleil (Macau), Went to 2 classes with Womens Circus (Melbourne VIC), Caught a
show at Nica (Melbourne VIC), Went to Flying Fruit Fly Circus School (Wadonga
NSW), Worked at Circus Monoxide
(Wollongong NSW), Flew at STS (Sydney, NSW), met Rodeigh Stevens (Gold Coast
NSW)
Circussy things I wanted to do but didn’t for one reason or
another: chased a lead in for ZipZap Circus School (Cape Town, S.Africa),
seeing the show Madame Zingaras (Cape Town, S.Africa – although it had toured
to Joburg the entire time I was in Cape Town), checking out Circus Circus
Casino (Las Vegas)
When my old island resort closed down, I was lucky enough to be offered a job in Indonesia for the same chain. Luckily enough. It's where I am as I write this. Rock on.
Lunasea (2.0) Cast. Pic by Natalie Hempel
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