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So after a ridiculous 12 our flight with some shocking all natural sleeping tablets slowly releasing DMT into our brains we made it to Frankfurt airport at 540 in the morning.. Greeted by a beautiful sunrise and some German Maccas brekky which doesn't even have hash browns (no ways), we departed to Manchester on our connecting flight. The plane was a small crappy old Lufthansa deathtrap who's seats resembled the concrete ledge around smoes porch. Arriving in Manchester it was so great to finally see Theo and Lou again, and in flow with my suspicions, he's still an ugly b******.. Lou on the other hand...
Driving in Theo's dads BMW to his house in Stoke-on-Trent (or some silly English name like elephant crossing.. What the f*** is that?!) We felt a bit safer than back in the west linny days because his driving still feels like a drunk bull on a roller-coaster. Greeted by Natalie (which was a beautiful reunion) and an absolutely gorgeous, quaint farm house complete with pond, willow tree and a perfectly manicured, homely garden, we embraced the crisp 8am air. It was smooth sailing until 7ish when I realised I had booked our tomorrowland accommodation in June instead of July... #eurofailnumber1. After much kicking and screaming we sorted it out and booked a new place. Not quite as nice though but I'm sure it will suffice.
Catching the train the next Day to London it finally felt like we were on our Europe trip. Getting to the Monkey in the Trees hostel they told us someone had screwed up our booking and they only had one nights accommodation for us and that we needed to find a new place to stay for the two other nights. Anyway after finding the nearest/cheapest hostel we finally sat down and had a brew... which turned into 8, a bottle of vodka and 2 kingsize pizzas at 3am.
Note: A good hostel can be better than a 5 star hotel. People are wonderful and interesting creatures and depending on the vibes they give, the company can make or break your stay. A bad hostel on the other hand... (See later notes)
Waking up to fruit for breakfast (loving the travellers diet so far) which we purchased on the trek to our new hostel, we disposed of our bags and began the touristy section of our trip. First stop was Hyde Park, which in smoes opinion was nowhere near as pretty as Sydney's, followed by the Tower Bridge, Oxford street, and a s***LOAD of shopping. Smoe is a bad influence on me. The new hostel is located in Kensington and was all front. It looked like a luxurious townhouse in a prestigious area but instead was ghastly. 72 stairs up deathly steep cases was hell but I'm sure it paid off exercise wise. The bathrooms were deathly and nobody was interested in sparking conversation, believe me I tried.
Put our tourist hats on again today and went to Buckingham Palace where Smoe thoroughly enjoyed paying out the uselessness of the queen and her unnecessary amount of silly fluffy guards.. Stupid f***ing queen..
This was followed by our much anticipated HARRODS! Money was spent accordingly, and then some, but who cares, we're on holiday! Back to the hotel for a literally 'piss weak' shower then on to ZooBar for a night out with Hannah and Izzy!
Note: When you have a Eurail train to Paris at 7.00 am, don't drink a bottle of vodka and get home at 3.30.. Also Theo is a sissy drinker and can't handle his grog... Keep him on a leash.
Currently on Eurail and Theo almost missed the f***ing train. He thought he left his ticket at the hostel so he bolted through closing doors literally throwing us his wheelie bag back onto the tube at us. The tube didn't enda up leaving because from security's point of view, a dirty Frenchman just threw a huge bag through closing doors onto a train and legged it off the platform. #bombthreatavoidedthankstheo. Catching up with us 2 minutes until the rail left, he realised it was in his satchel the whole time... This has been happening all week with his items.
Note: Don't trust Theo with anything important. He'd lose his balls if they weren't attached. Responsibility is not his fortay.
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