Post Contiki Blues - Paris, France
Paris, France
24th May: After we farewelled the Contiki bus, all the remaining people went back to bed for a couple of hours. We then had to quickly pack up and check out. It was here where most of the goodbyes happened. I had to farewell my two American friends (Mike and LC), as they flew home that night, my Contiki wife Dre, the Rocky boys, Court and Andy and the rest of the crew. Luckily we didn't have to farewell the Jackson 5 just yet, as they were staying in the French capital with us for a little longer, and had organized to see them later that day. Anyway, once all those sad moments were passed, Bill and I had somehow scored to tag along with the Twin Towers for a while. I say this because Tiff has organized everything and all we did was follow them to our hotel. But if only it were that easy. We had about 5 different trains to get on and off (with a our luggage and some of the girls), walked the wrong direction to the hotel in the rain and then got a cab (with all of our bags) and have never been so squished. Thankfully we made it to our Hotel in one piece. We couldn't check in, so we went out and enjoyed some more crepes. Once we were done with lunch, we could move in. Being the gentlemen we are, Bill and I let the girls have the first room and we took the second room (one level higher). But fortune favors those who wait and our room was twice the size of the girls. We the relaxed all afternoon, with Bill napping and me skyline Gussy Coles for over an hour. We were then refueled, went out to look around the local markets, and see what else would we find there, scoring party dress shirts (with awesome giraffes on them). It's safe to say that this little ripper, is one of the buys of the trip, costing only €6. We then went back, got changed for dinner (organized with remaining Contiki crowd) and headed out. But staying true to form, we were late and couldn't find the rest of the group, so we just grabbed our own Italian dinners (were I had the best lasagne of the trip so far, yes even topping all of the Italian ones). But, after dinner, we found the group and had beers on the river, next to the Eiffel Tower. We then headed home, still being tired from the night before. Things of Note: - Reports from the Jackson 5 are that Jade just randomly started crying on the train to the hotel, because she was hungry. Have I taught you nothing yet mate? - The looks that Brownless and I were getting walking through Paris in matching outfits (including the giraffe shirts), were plain disturbing. Most of the people were disgusted by them but what do French people know about fashion really? 25th May: After finally getting a sleep in for the first time in three weeks, we got up (still a struggle for Tala the Ko-Tala Bear), and headed to the Jackson Fives hotel. Only Ben, Kirsty and Jade were there, as the other two boys were doing washing, so us seven headed on the train towards Quasimodo's House. Notre Dame was busy, when you consider it was a Saturday and that it only just re-opened as someone tragically took their own life there on Wednesday. This was the thing I was most looking forward to in Paris and it didn't disappoint, being absolutely incredible. Unfortunately there was nil Quasimodo's sighted inside but I'm pretty sure we found his cousin walking around outside the cathedral. We then made our way towards Champs de Eylyses, through the rain, to do some shopping. But vintage Cort and Bill, we got separated from the group and then had to make our own way home (which wasn't that hard). But before we were going to head back, we detoured via the Jackson 5's hotel to say bye to the three lads. Bill unfortunately wouldn't see the brothers on the this trip but I was going to see all three in Valencia for my birthday. By the time we got home, the twins and Jay and Cam were at our place waiting for us to all go out to dinner. So we headed straight out to a place around the corner from ours, which was also playing the champions league final between Bayern and Borruissa. Following this, the two other boys went home and we all went to bed. Things of Note: - As bad as it sounds, I laughed my head off at Bills reaction when he realized that he left his shorts (he bought from H&M) at Maccas. Was absolutely priceless! - Finally got back in the communication world today, buying another iPhone. Thank Christ I backed it the day before it got nicked. So I borrowed Cams computer for the night to restore it. Biggest problem is that I had to delete half of my beloved apps, as this model is only a 8GB, compared to my old 32GB. Here's a fun fact: if I was a French resident and found my own cheap annual plan, an iPhone 4 would of cost me €1. Otherwise, like in my case, it cost me about €400. Thank you for whoever invented travel insurance! - Chatted to the new Cort on Skype today. Cohzar explained how he had been in my bed all day, after a massive night in the Gong. 26th May: Sunday we decided was going to be our designated washing day. So we got up relatively early, put out wash on and went and got brekky. We assumed our washing would take ages but it was done when we got back. If only the drying was that quick, with it taking nearly 90 minutes, as all Bill and my clothes were in there. Our washing was completed (folded and all thank you Nonni) before the boys came over and dropped their bags off, as they were heading to a family friends for a week or so. We then all caught the metro to the Eiffel Tower and decided to climb it. We all walked up to the second level, which was a measly 669 steps. And after a couple of photos at each level, we caught the elevator to the top level. After staying up there for a while, and observing all of Paris, we headed down. After that, the twins and I headed to St Chappelles Cathedral, while the boys went back to Napoleons Tomb. I had heard mixed things about St Chappelles, but once we got inside and saw all the stained glass windows, I immediately loved it. I thought the windows were good in Notre Dame, but all these easily trumped it. We then headed to the lock bridge, where couples and loved ones write or engrave their names on a lock and then attached it to a bridge. I even attached one saying "C <3 A infinity" (as the picture shows my love to Andrea). By that time, it was getting late, and the twins wanted to say a final goodbye to Jade and Kirtsy. So we headed to their hotel, chatted to them about their day at Euro Disney and then headed off (with tears of course flying between the girls). We were all starving by now, so we met up with Bill at this American style pub and had a awesome dinner, consisting of unreal tandoori chicken burgers. The final item on our agenda was to finally climb the Arc De Triumph. But our misfortune continued, as the top was closed for some reason (meaning we wouldn't have a chance to climb it). None the less, we walked around and established that Champs De Elyses is definitely a busy street (as Art vs Science previously pointed out). We then headed home, organized our transport back to London for the next day and then hit the hay. Things of Note: - My fear of heights really got tested on the Eiffel Tower. Firstly, walking up was scaring enough, as you could see the ground straight through the grates (as a result, I had both hands firmly on the handrails). But the see-through elevator, combined with the 180m we were above the ground, did me in. I pretty much crawled off the elevator and had to hold on to something, until I got used to the height. - Tiff has quickly established herself as the alpha dog of the group, in terms of organizing our travels. Without her, Bill and I would probably still be on some random corner in Paris. - While at the top of the tower, we noticed a huge protest/march going on along the river towards the centre of town. The march was about gay equality. 27th May: Today was a massive rush of a travel day. I didn't help that we underestimated how long the airport shuttle would take to get to the airport, but following that nervous ride (a previously a busy tube ride), we made it on to our seven hour coach ride back to London. Just like on the way over, we had to catch the ferry between Calais and Dover, which was good to stretch out and break up the long coach ride. Once we finally got to London, at about 6.30pm, Tiff was all over it and had us on our merry way, straight to our hotel, situated in Earl's Court. Once we got into the area, and found our hostel, we were amazed at how it could be so cheap, as the area was so peaceful and clean (not that we were complaining). The hostel was also a two minute walk to the tube station, and had a lot of very cheap places around it. It safe to say ill be considering staying back here, if ever in need of accommodation in London again. After a cheap dinner at the hostel (€3 for a cheeseburger), I jumped online and booked a flight for Thursday, to meet up with the Perth boys in Valencia. Things of Note: - The long coach ride made us all think of Contiki, but unfortunately, we didn't have friends all around us to keep us amused and entertained for the duration of the trip. - It amazes me how Tala has travelled this long without the help of boys. Her bag would honestly weigh more then her, and I look on in despair every time she tries to conquer staircases herself (even though both Bill and I offer to help). By the third step, Bill has usually had enough and snatches the bag off her and carries it up himself. 28th May: Woke up to the sound that people in London must get used to, rain on their roofs. Unfortunately the rain and miserable weather would stick around all day but it didn't let us ruin our day. Bill and I firstly headed into see what I need to do to get this Visa sorted and they informed me that I need to book an appointment. Why couldn't they tell me this a month ago? Luckily while we were in Croydon we found a bakery that made sausage rolls and not those **** imitations they call "pig in a blanket". We both had been craving these for ages but no where around Europe does them. It's funny to think of the little things we take for granted in Australia like sausage rolls. We then shopped around in pound world (where as the name suggests, everything costs a pound), bought me another UK Sim Card, and then caught the train back into the city. On the way, the heavens opened up and we couldn't avoid the instant downpour that eventuated. So both soaked and tired, it's fair to say Bill and I were in a ripe mood, but luckily we found the well-renowned shop called "Primark", where Canberra off our Contiki, had raved about. As soon as we walked in, we knew it was our kind of shop, cheap clothes everywhere, in using over 10 different types of party shirts! So we spent well over an hour in there, bought plenty of items and it only cost us both just let £30. Bargains all round! (Just check the knits and party shirts we wore on my birthday to see how good the clothes are there). Despite our best efforts to find the twins, we couldn't, so we just headed back. We were once again reunited at the hostel and then headed out for a quick bite to eat together, before the girls headed in on the tube, to meet a friend from home. In the mean time, Bill and I organized our tickets to our respective next stops (Valencia for me and Sweden for him). By the time the girls returned, we were both in bed. Things of Note: - I officially hate the UK Border Agency. You can bloody see that I'm on your records of having a Visa, so just give me it back already. Surely you can see I'm not like anyone else on the waiting room, being the only white person, who isn't about to be deported back to their less fortunate country. Rant over. - Bill and I have been killing it in terms of finding wicked party shirts and bargains across Europe. Firstly Paris and then in the motherland London. 29th May: Today was my first ever, and hopefully not my last, birthday abroad. It was weird waking up from a call from Marty at 730am, and him having already been to work and back. None the less, it was good to talk to him, and my lovely grandparents Nonni and Pa. After chatting to a couple of people, I headed into see of they could fast track my interview at Home Office but no luck (wasted two hours of my birthday there!) I then headed to the Camden Markets to meet Bill there for lunch, where we enjoyed some flavors of South America, before wandering around the markets for a couple of hours. I had been there before but not in the part we found, which was full of plenty of vintage stores (right up my alley), gypsy stalls and Bills favorites, hat stores (where he bought yet another terrible hat, bringing his count to three (robin hood, bouret and old person hat). None the less, he believes he looks good in new hat, which he wears all the way to Piccadilly, where we meet the twins and watch Hangover 3. Special thanks to the girls for shouting me my ticket and drinks in there :) The movie was great and after it, we went (upon Tiffs request) into M&M World, which had three stories of everything M&M's. Once the girls got their chocolate hit, we dropped our bags off at the hotel and headed out for my birthday dinner at the Aussie "Walkabout" Pub. Here the four of us enjoyed a chicken parmy (something I've missed terribly), a couple of beers and the England vs Ireland football match. I think it more then likely that we will return here a couple of times over the next few months. Even though it didn't really feel like my birthday, as it just seemed like another ordinary day, I enjoyed it thoroughly and thanks everyone for making it special (which will only get better when I go to Spain for weekend with Perth Lads). 30th May: Still having no luck with the Visa situation, as there are no availabilities within the next month. Anyway, I couldn't worry about that, as I had to organize myself to get to Valencia. So I caught two trains to Stansted Airport and then jumped on a plane to Valenica. Because of the delay on the trains, I had to be rushed through check-ins, as I nearly missed the plane (just as Bill had earlier that day, on his way to Sweden). Once I got to Valencia, it was heaps easy to catch the train into the area where our hotel was. If only finding the hotel itself, was as easy, as I was walking around with all my bags for half an hour. This was until I found free wifi and contacted the boys, and they then they came down and found me wandering around outside. Once I moved in, I quickly realized that all the boys were on struggle street, especially Ben. They told me how much a struggle catching the train from Barcelona to Valencia was, with Ben actually throwing up in a bin at the train station. And I could tell they weren't joking, as Ben was white as a ghost still that night. We then caught up for a little, which included then telling me about Barcelona (which I will be going to in a couple of weeks with my Dad). We then all then went out for all you could eat Asian, which was great, as we were all starving. Following this, we all went to bed early, as we had to get up early and organize our trip to Ibiza. Things of Note: - Lucky Christmas sent me a photo of the hotel in Valencia, because otherwise I would not been in the right area for the boys to find me. - In bad news for Christmas, the Spanish skrillex look-a-like he took home the night before stole his bum-bag and his trusty companion, rock. I'm worried how is going to survive without him. - Loved walking down the river/gardens part of Valencia. It was really peaceful, and had a lot of markets and events going on, as summer is about to start here. 31st May: - After a great sleep (in our huge beds), we met the brothers down at our hotels buffet breakfast and stuffed our faces. But things were about to head south. Josh easily booked a ferry from Denia to Ibiza but we struggle to find a way to get to Denia before the 4pm check-in. We consider transferring our ferry, but when we couldn't do that, we got a skates on. We backed all our stuff into two bags, then ran down to catch a cab to the bus depot and to book a bus to Denia. Atleast the great countryside along the east coast of Spain made us feel less nervous, about if we were going to make our boat. Once we arrived in Denia (at 4.10pm), we quickly caught a cab to the dock to check in. But on arrival we realized we were stressing about nothing, as heaps of people were still checking in and the boat didn't set sail till after 5pm. We even had time to drop our bag off, and check out the views from the deck. The cruise itself took forever (being only 2.5 hours but feeling like double), because all we wanted to do was get to Ibiza. Once we arrived, we were all amazed at how developed it was, as we all thought it was just a party island. But Josh informed us that only one part of the island for partying, with the rest being residential and holiday locations. But before we could do anything, we had to organize accommodation (something that took a backseat to booking our to Ibiza). So we all jumped on the wifi at Macca's and search around for cheap sleep four accommodation near the port. We finally found the Maritomo Hotel, and we thought for the price that it would be very basic, but we were pleasantly pleased by the place (that we would find out tomorrow had a indoor pool, spa and was right on the beach). So we moved into our two rooms (Ben & Christmas and J-Mo & myself), went across the road and got grog, and started what would be a long night. Sadly for Ben, he had to take me him early as I blacked out for a bit (but didn't sleep). During this, Ben called me a spoilt brat, who couldn't sit still. This lasted till after 7am when Christmas and Josh for home, hence the term a long night. Things of Note: - None of us realized how expensive Ibiza was. Sure, everything is cheap like the rest of Spain, but the night clubs are ridiculously pricey. Here's an example: €50 entry fee and then drinks cost €17 for a bourbon and coke and a water €11. So it's fair to say we drank really hard before we went out at 2am (as that's when people go out). - We went to the nightclub called Pacha, which was the biggest nightclub I've ever been in. But not in comparison to some of the other clubs, as we were told it holds up to 15,000 people (therefore ridiculous in size). - When getting onto the ferry, the person that checked our tickets and read out Benhamen. We all looked on with blank looks until it finally clicked that he was trying to say "Benjamin". We all had a chuckle and as a result, the name may or may my have stuck, much to Ben's anguish. - This is our song of Ibiza: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hcm55lU9 knw - Finger-gate 2013 happened in Ibiza. Somehow (we think on a cane chair), I sliced a massive flap of skin off my finger. As a result, blood went absolutely everywhere. From the foyer, down the walls to our room, on the door and all through Ben's bed and room, the blood spread from ******** to breakfast (as Bill would say), not to mention the completely blood soaked towel. 1st June: When Ben finally woke Josh and I up, it was nearly 11am and he was busting to get out in the sun. So we slowly got up, showered and headed across the road for brekky (which was great). Ben then explained how our hotel backed onto the beach and about the pool and spa downstairs. So Josh, Ben and I headed out the back, while Christmas went back and napped (the big softy). But our beach was ****, being rock central and very little people. So we decided to head down to the main beach. Once there, it was quickly named weakie (or titty) central, each to their own. Every girl on the beach was a stunner and probably 80%25 of them were topless, which definitely helped with our hangovers. We laid down there for a couple of hours, as well as swam in the picturesque and refreshing water. By mid afternoon, we had all had sun (especially me, who was already a light shade of pink), and went inside and relax in the pool and spa for a while. No joke, the spa was probably the hottest water I had ever step foot into, I honestly thought the restaurant was cooking a Josh, Ben and Cort roast for dinner that night. Speaking of food, it was now late afternoon, and the stomachs were well and truly grumbling, so we went out in search of food. The main problem was that a lot of places were closed because it was "Siesta" time. This meant we had very little choice, and I can now understand why the place we ended up at was still open. Sure the smoothies we got were excellent but the carbonara and the lamb chops Josh and I had were terrible, with a capital T. The carbonara tasted like nothing and was **** and the chops were so dry, they must have thrashed all the moisture out of them. Anyways, after that, we were all tired, so power naps were called from about 6pm till 830pm. Yeh, you think that's late, but as I'll explain in notes, the night was still young. We then headed back to the beach and got some Mexican for dinner, but staying true to form for the day we were massively underwhelmed. Firstly, the "garlic bread" we ordered as a starter, we bruschetta (which I hate), with a 2cm layer of minced garlic. It's fair to say no girl was going to come near us tonight. Secondly, the Nachoes that Chrsitmas and Josh had were tiny and my enchilada wasn't much bigger. While Ben's steak was big but flavorless. Anyway, we didn't let that ruin our last night in Ibiza. So we headed back, bought a bottle of vodka and Southern Comfort between us and got our acts together. Before we knew it, it was midnight and we hadn't showered, so we got own our figurative bikes and hurried up. We left the hotel at about 1am to Space Night Club, and the rest is history (as we don't arrive home to the wee hours the next day). Things of Note: - As you probably noticed from my rants, Ibiza, for as cheap as it is, really struggled to put a good meal on my plate today. - The sunlight hours over here are really tripping us out and making our meal times at ridiculous times. 2nd June: Ben woke Josh and I up after a solid hour and a half sleep, as we needed to head down to the port and catch our ferry back to the mainland. Understandably, it was a massive struggle, as we were absolutely exhausted (after about six hours sleep in the past 72 hours). So we got to to port with time to spare for brekky, despite us not being able to communicate at all with our taxi driver. But just our luck, we lost our return tickets (even though we weren't told to keep them). Lucky for us Ben kept the receipt and the lady behind the counter gave us some more tickets (only after we turned all our bags inside out looking for them). The cruise home somehow felt much quicker then the one over on Friday and before we knew it, we were back in Denia. Unfortunately, Ben and I couldn't sleep at all that trip. Once in Denia, we had to wait about an hour for our bus back to Valencia, so we all grabbed these delicious local kebabs. Once we got on the bus, all four of us (sprawled across the back seats), fell asleep and slept pretty much the whole two hour duration of the trip. Luckily we were all rested, because none of us wanted to miss the impending taxi ride to our hotel. We showed him our address, no worries, and as such, we all jumped in. But once we started moving, he kept saying "tres or cuatro" and as there was four of us, we all kept saying Cuatro. But for some reason, he kept saying Tres, which frustrated the hell out of Josh, in the front seat, while the rest of us were in hysterics in the back. It doesn't sound that funny here, but it's one of the those moments where you definitely had to be there. Anyway, once we finally arrived, we a just had down time, watch some TV Shows off Ben's hard-drive, and then went out for some dinner. Again it was hard to find a place that was open, being a Sunday night and with all these bloody siestas going on. But we settled on this little cafe and enjoyed some delicious pizzas. We then grabbed Spain's version of "Cold Rock" and headed home. As soon as we got back, all of us pretty much crashed. Things of Note: - Whenever I hear the words "Tres or Cuatro" from now on, I'll remember this funny cab ride and always have a chuckle to myself. - As good as Ibiza was, I won't be rushing back there. When you combine the hectic nightlife and money it costs to go out, I think my body and wallet will be happy with this decision. June 3rd: We woke up early this morning, because we had to have one final breakfast with the brothers before they headed back to Barcelona (for their flight home). So we headed down and had a somewhat somber buffet breakfast, before the boys had to head up and grab their stuff. When they finally checked out, it was very sad to say a final goodbye to these boys, who I've become extremely close to over the past month. Both Ben and Josh will be mates for a very long time to come and I look forward to seeing them both in October at Ben and Kirsty's wedding. Once we said bye to them, Christmas and I packed our own gear and headed to the Valencia airport, via train. Checking in was relatively quick compared to other times, but this was undone as there was a wait to board the airport shuttle, which took us to the plane. The flight itself went pretty quickly, with Xmas sleeping a lot after takeoff and me writing my blog most of the way. We flew into Gatwick airport (my first experience there), and to be honest, it was a lot bigger then I thought. It felt like we walked for about 30 minutes from the plane to the baggage carousel. After waiting about 15 minutes for the carousel, we caught the train into Victoria and then transferred to Earls Court. We decided to stay back at the hostel that I stayed at last week with Bill and the twins. Unfortunately, we got stuck in a room with a gym junkie and a girl that hardly ever left the room (not to mention it was on the fifth floor). After moving in, we went out and grabbed some subway, as we were both starving. We then went back to the hotel, as we were both still feeling the ill effects of Ibiza. As a result, both of us were pretty much falling asleep watching the tennis as our hostel. As such, we both thought it would do as good to go for a walk. And from what was supposed to be a walk to get a notepad for Xmas and dinner for us, turned into a three hour walk through and around Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens. This walk single handedly made us feel better, as well as showed us both a part of London we hadn't yet experienced. We finally grabbed a feed, about 10pm (as the sun was crazily still up), and then gradually made our way into bed. Things of Note: - Xmas was over the moon to actually hear people speak English. It had been nearly a month since he had been in an English speaking country. - I yet again got stopped at the airport and questioned about my VISA. But this time, it was good, as they explained that my VISA is still on the records and have me another stamp to show I'm trying to get it back (meaning I won't get in trouble in the future). - Hyde Park is beautiful, especially when we experienced it at dusk. ************e there and the peacefulness of it, was a great way to start feeling better about ourselves. 4th June: After being woken up by the guy below me doing a work-out in our room at 7am and the zero blinds on the windows, we went about booking tickets to Stonehenge. There was four of us making the two hour journey north, Xmas and I of course, but we were meeting back up with Bill and his old friend Madds. After booking them, Xmas and I decided to walk to the meeting point of the bus, via a Tescos (or a Telco as Christmas kept calling it), to finally enjoy a hot pie, something that had eluded us until now. To say it hit the spot is an understatement, but it still doesn't compare to the pies back home. After scoffing these down, we quickly headed to the meeting spot, which Xmas so nobley guided us to. Once we and Bill & Madds had arrived, Bill was having a go at me that this wasn't the spot to meet at, but he ate his words no more than five minutes later, when then bus turned up. The trip out to Stonehenge took just under two hours, and went relatively quickly. Upon arrival, we were handed audio guides and allowed to wander around the site, as we pleased, for about 90 minutes. The rocks themselves are pretty much older then time itself, but for some reason, no one can understand why they are there, with the best explanation involving the winter and summer solstice. After walking around there, taking plenty of photos and listen to some older codger on the audio guide, we headed on home. As amazing as the rocks are, it's one of those things that you have to see once in your life and that's it (because they ain't changing anytime soon!) When we arrived back in London, us four went our separate ways, after deciding to meet up for dinner for Bill's last night in Europe. So Christmas and I walked home, had showers, party-shirted up and walked over to Bills hostel, which was just on the other side of Hyde Park. It was decided that we would go to the pub near their place, as it was quiet and very nice. For dinner, Madds and I struck a winner ordering Steak and Ale Pie's (which were amazing), while the two boys order a steak but got something that resembled more of a piece of think ham, instead of beef (but they both said it was still good). Jay joined us later in the night, as him and Bill were going to send Bill out in style (no surprises there). Instead, Christmas and I (still feeling the effects of Ibiza) headed home. Things of Note: - Christmas had a couple of cracker quotes today: "If they don't have pies at Tesco today, I'll kick a dog", as he was so desperate for a meat pie. "I hope I get a blowy at Stonehenge", after bus driver warned us that it gets quiet blowy there. - Supposedly the rocks at Stonehenge weigh, what is equivalent to, 7 elephants. 5th June: Today we woke up about 830am, as we needed to pack up our bags and check-out early, as State of Origin started at 11am. In a pleasant surprise, the Twins (Tiff and Quadie) met us at our hostel and came with us to Temple Walkabout. We arrived at about 1030am, which we thought was early, but when we walked in, there was already a good 200 people in there (all Aussies of course). Luckily for us, the pub let us leave our bags storage while the game was on. After ditching those bags, we found what sitting room we could, which ended up being on the stairs, as all the tables were taken. This was definitely a better option then standing up the whole time. By the time the game had started, Jay, Cam, Braddles and Blake (or B-La-Ke as we call him), had arrived (with Bill and Madds not too far behind them). It was good to have a bit of a reunion of what remained other Contiki group. During the game, the atmosphere was unbelievable, as was the stunning amount of people there, who had obviously chucked a sickie to be there. As you all probably know, the game was an absolute bell-ringer and for once, the right team won (Up the mighty Blues!) After the game, the place cleared out pretty quickly, and we stayed there and had lunch. Again I had the chicken parmy (which is yet to let me down). We hung there for quite a while, with a couple of the group getting well on the sauce. But I decided against it, as I had to lug my bags all the way to Rays. It was about 4pm when I left the Pub and it was a sad moment to say my final good-byes to Bill. This bloke over the past four weeks has become one of my best mates and I can't wait to catch up with him at home! The trip to Rays (in West Silvertown), took just under an hour to get to. Lucky for me, Ray met me at the station, and it was good to see the little "black guy" again. He dead-set lived a two minute walk from the station. When we got there, I got to know Rays flat-mates Dean, Peta and Russell. All of them are Aussies and were very laid back. As soon as I dumped my gear next to me bed (the lounge), the Snooze (aka Ray) and I, headed out to Shepards bush Walkabout, so he could watch the Origin replay. I was happy to tag along, to relieve our victory and check our the Walkabout that everyone has raved about. This version of the Walkabout was older but two story, and resembled the ski lodge. It was packed again, with every working-class man there to watch replay. After the game, we headed home and pretty much crashed, as all the housemates had to get up early for work and I was tired. Things of Note: - Being from Perth, Xmas had very little idea of what was actually going on (third ever Origin match he's watched), but that didn't stop him getting involved. - I swear Sammy Thaiday was playing for Queensland in the match itself, but I swear he was at the pub watching the game with us. Check the photos for proof of the Dopple-ganger! - Ray's housemate all seem pretty cool. That is except Peta (the Tottenham Spurs fan). Morally, I have to hate all Spurs fans. Dean, on the other hand, is Peta's beat mate and is a really funny and down to earth guy from Melbourne. The third guy is Russell, who is a hardcore Christian, who isn't at the flat too often. - This quote sums up Bill over the past month: "The only tattoo I would get, would be my blood type on my arm, so in case of an emergency, they know my blood type". 6th June: Today I finally got a sleep in, as I really had nothing planned. After awaking, I just chilled at the flat all morning, doing some much needed washing, skyping some people and booking flights for me to go to Munich, Edinburgh and Copenhagen, which I'll visit over the next week. I finally left the apartment around midday and headed to Gloucester Road, to meet Cam and Madds, as we had decided to hire Barclays Bikes and ride around Hyde Park. Unfortunately, the bikes ended up being a ****-fight, and after an hour, we gave up on them and just walked around Hyde Park. The nicest thing we saw was the "Princess Diana Memorial Fountain". We wandered around for about two hours and then Cam and I separated from Madds and headed down to Wimbledon. Up until now, the nicest area I had seen in London was Holland Park, where Kim and Grant lived. But Wimbledon trumps it. The area is amazingly green and clean. The whole area felt prestigious, just like the Tennis Open is. Once we got to the courts, the grounds were closing, meaning we couldn't go in and look around. This didn't stop us peaking over the fences, and witnessing first hand how green the courts are. Cam and I, after deciding that we were going to go back there tomorrow and do the tour, went our separate ways, to our accommodation. When I got back to the flat, I caught up with Ray, and cooked up some dinner. That night we all just stayed in, watched some TV on Ray's computer and then hit the hay. Things of Note: - Ray and I watched the 1000 episode of the Basketball Jones tonight and it was really good to be able to watch and discuss this podcast with another fan. - I am finally starting to master the tube and sort of feel like a Londonite now, with me not having to lug my bags around all the time and having a place to relax (even if I'm just squatting), 7th June: Slept in again, which has been great, as it is really helping me get over being rundown. Following another lazy morning, I headed back to the Temple Walkabout for a lunch date with my mate Monte, from home. It was really good to see another familiar face, compare Contiki stories and watch some live NRL and AFL (standard Eels lost again and the Bombers came from no where to defeat Carlton). As well as compare stories, Monte and I told each other our future travel plans and as such, made plans to travel together later on in our trips. We stayed there for a good two huors chin-wagging before I had to head to Wimbledon to meet Cam for our tour. Cam was a lot more excited for the tour then I was, being the massive tennis-nut he is. But once the tour started, you felt an overwhelming sense of history and prestige surrounding one of the greatest sports grounds in the world. On the tour, we saw Centre Court (where the finals are played), Court 1 (the second biggest court), Henmann Hill (now named Murray mountain) which is packed with supporters during the championships, Court 18 (which played host to the longest game of tennis ever.), and even saw Britain's number 1 female tennis player Laura Robson. We even were allowed to enter into the Main Press Box, where all big interviews happen. Following the tour, we went and looked around the Museum, which contain plenty of history, as well as interactive exhibits. Cam and I both agreed it was one of the better sporting museums that either of us had ever been to. I then took Cam to experience the wonder that is Primark. But this time we went to the Marble Arch one, which is even bigger (if that's humanly possible). Cam bought a couple of things and then we left. We then wandered around the Oxford Street area and ran into Gordon Ramsey's restaurant. We considered going on there but didn't really wanna pay over £50 for a three course meal. Following this, we again went out separate ways. I arrived home to a drunk Snooze, who had beers after work and was well and truly cooked when I got home at 730pm. So after laughing at home for a while, we both ate dinner, before Holly (the kiwi girl) came over for drinks with Ray. A those two got drunker and rowdier, I just sat there writing my blog in amusement. The finally headed out about 11pm, which was the time I decided to go to bed. But just as soon as I got into bed, Ray got home, as he decided not to go out (which was probably smart as he couldn't string two words together). So I put him to bed and we all went to bed. Things of Note: - I was jealous that Monte was going to Greece tomorrow, but not to worry, Josh and I have pencilled it in, for July. - After hearing Monte's Contiki stories, I am so appreciative that we got an awesome group to travel with. Most of his group were couples and didn't go out as much it seemed. - It was me who first spotted Robson, but I had no idea who it was, so I said to Cam "who's that? Is she famous? And Cam replied "that's bloody Laura Robson!" Everyone else on our tour was as oblivious as me and had no idea who she was. - Supposedly, one time, the great Roger Federer have a three hour, post-match interview. This involved him speaking in four different languages (English, German, Swiss-German and French). The man just keeps amazing me! - The "couple" weren't coming home tonight, so they offered me their double bed, which I of course accepted (anything is better then that small lounge). This was funny, cause they have never offered it to their housemate Russell (who was obviously disliked by them two). 8th June: Yet another morning of sleeping in and washing ensued, as it was a Saturday morning after all. I then headed to the Emirates Airlines Office, to see if try could help me change my flights, but unfortunately they couldn't do anything but advise me to get in contact with my travel agent. I want to change my flights home, so it co-ordinates with me stopping in Bali for Ben and Kirsty's wedding (the lovely engaged couple from Contiki). After they couldn't help me, I shot STA (my travel agent) an email and then called Cam to organize meeting up with him. We decided to meet at the Borough Markets, as I had never been and Cam has been raving about it. Supposedly they are would renowned and I can see why, with an endless supply of fresh food and produce stalls. We wandered around there for over an hour, enjoyed a Beef Bap (stupid name for a bread roll) and this delicious strawberry and apple juice (so good!) Castle Bridge and Tower next on the agenda. I had only seen these two from a distance, never actually examining them. But being a Saturday, every bloody Pom and their families were out and about. As such, we got out on that area and headed into Leceister Square and headed tote Carlsberg Bar to watch the Aussies get pumped by the Poms in the Champions Trophy. We ended up staying there for a couple of hours, watching the Euro U/21 Football too. I got home about 10pm and had to wait a little before the couple arrived home to let me in. We then stayed up and talked for ages, before going to bed (and I again scored a bed, this time Ray's, as he didn't get home till 9.30am the next day). Things of Note: - I'm glad I didn't end up going to the house party with Snooze, as I would of only just gotten more sick. - I thought the bloody NBA Finals game 2 was on tonight but it is on tomorrow. All those alarms and waking up for nothing. - Going to the Carlsberg Bar again only reinforced what I thought, it is one of the best sports bats I've ever been to. 9th June: This morning I woke up early to Skype old barge-**** Phil. I was also lucky enough to speak to Craig and Zo too. Following our lengthy chat, I had brekky and got in contact with Annaleize, who I was spending the day with. So after making my way into London, I finally found Annal and we made our way towards Leceister Square for lunch. She was naturally starving, so we pretty much ate at the first restaurant we saw, which on this occasion was a little Italian joint. I enjoyed a lovely meatball pizza, while Annal was naturally disappointed with her gnocchi. But hers couldn't be as bad as our apparent garlic bread, which lack anything that reassembles garlic. So after gossiping and gas-bagging as we always do, we headed to the Thames River, towards the London Eye, with every intention of riding it. Unfortunately, as it was so busy, the wait to get on the Eye was over an hour long, so we quickly ditched that idea. We then headed back to her hotel, to go see her sister. We ended up staying there for a while, as they were both still jet-lagged. We finally left the room, and headed into Piccadilly, where they were going to have dinner. After showing them around, I said goodbye and headed home. When I got home, the whole clan was back from their weekend away, as well as two friends, who had just finished their Contiki. So we stayed up, compared Contiki stories and then finally went to bed (as I knew tomorrow was going to be busy). Things of Note: - Down by the river was pure chaos today, being a Sunday and all. But there was always an Afghani protest going on, meaning it was chocka block. - Walking past one of the museums in town, it triggered her memory of me in New York and then Annal made the inappropriate call of saying that the Natural History museum are where all those people are. Those people are called 'Native Americans' mate. 10th June: Left the house before 9am this morning, as I head to Hampshire to visit the twins. This was because they still had some of my gear after Contiki and as I wasn't going to see them for ages, it was best that I went and got it all. Following the two hour round trip out there, including a half an hour chat to Tiff, I headed to Camden Markets to have a final lunch with Christmas. In a pleasant surprise, I also met Xmas' family friend Mark, and we all enjoyed lovely food from the markets (I scoffed down a Pakistani wrap). I couldn't stay there too long though, so I said my final goodbyes, because I don't think I'll see Xmas again until Ben and Kirsty's wedding in October. He has become a really good mate over the past month and look forward to further shena****ns in Bali. So I rushed home, somehow fit everything in my bag, and headed to the train station. I then caught the train to Stratford, which was where my airport shuttle left from, to Stansted. In a first, I was actually checking my bag in early, meaning I had time to relax at the airport, before I took off to Munich. The flight itself was fuller then a can of sardines, and nearly every second person was a giant German. Anyway, the flight went quick, as I blogged a fair bit and also manage to squeeze in a quick kip. Upon arrival, it was an absolute shitfight getting through customs, as two flights arrived pretty much simultaneously. But once I got my bag, I caught the train into the centre of Munich. From there it was a five minute walk to our hostel, where my long-time friend Al was there waiting for me. I dumped my stuff in our room and we headed down to the bar below our hostel for some much needed catch up beers. After about an hour of chin-wagging, Al's two travel mates Ben and Chris (Korbs) arrived back from Hofbrauhaus and we all drank into the wee hours of the night, at both our bar and next doors hostel, called Wombats. Things of Note: - I think today was the fullest my bag has been since the day I left. This is because I have bought a lot of stuff in Europe and up until now, other people had my stuff. 11th June: We all enjoyed a sleep-in this morning, but as a result we were rushed for showers, packing and brekky. Once we had finally cleaned our room, checked out (as we were changing rooms) and chucked our stuff in to the luggage room, we headed out. Having just spoken to my Dad, he reminded me that the socceroos were playing a World-Cup qualifier, and as a result, we headed to a sports bar and watched the second half (where we put Jordan to the sword). Following this, we headed over to the BMW Factory, and walked around there for over an hour. They had so many good cars and bikes, not to mention a collection of Rolls Royce and Mini's. As this was situated right next to the home of the 1972 Munich Olympics, we decided to wander around there. The best way to experience this was to climb the viewing tower, which fair dinkum looked over most of Munich. It gave us a great view of the Olympic Park (which is currently setting up for the X-Games later this month), as well as the city. Once we were down, we enjoyed a beer and Currywurst in the parks Biergarten (how I have missed Currywurst!) We then headed back to the hostel, grabbed a jumper and headed on over the the Hofbrauhaus. It was the second time there and it still amazes me. It was still packed at 9pm on a Tuesday night, when we got there, and as such, we were lucky to find a table. Inside we enjoyed a couple of steins each and the most delicious pork-knuckle. It would, without a doubt, be in the top five meals I've had on my trip so far. We left just before it closed and headed home. By that stage, we were all pretty cooked but the boys wanted to try Hookah, so I chose a good flavor for them and showed them how to do it. I didn't do much at all, being a bit over it. Following this, I went to bed, but the others stayed out and partied (I was wrecked). Things of Note: - While at the Olympic Park, Ben thought it would be a good idea to get in a bubble that was on the water. He resembled a gerbil, except he axed himself every three seconds. Check the video for a good laugh. - At the top of the Tower, was also the cities rock museum, which had memorabilia from artists such as Germany's very own Rammstein. - Our minds were blown at the train station, as they had two way escalators, that changed direction depending on their sensors. So cool! - We may as well of stole from Aldi today, buying a cheap version of Jäger and 56%25 rum for just over €10. So cheap! - Up the tower, I got a glimpse of Allianz Stadium, where Bayern Munich play and also saw the area where Oktoberfest is held (something I will be attending later this year for sure). 12th June: Yesterday morning, we made a booking to hire out a car for the day, so we could journey down to Fussel. But in what has to be one of the dumbest company policies I've ever experienced, they gave our car away just because we were a little late (despite Ben giving them his Visa card details). As such we didn't get the BMW car we wanted and got this little car, we called the "Red Rocket". It resembled a clown car we we got in and out of it, being extremely small and us all being quite tall (with the exception of Korbs). Anyway, we put the disappointment behind us and headed south towards Fussel. The thought of us driving on the autobahn made us all perk up. On the way there, Ben and Korbs drove, both clocking exceptional speeds. We stopped at the lake at the base of the mountain, to take in the amazing views (that rival Switzerland and Austria). We finally arrived at Fussen about 230pm, quickly had some pork snitzels, and headed up to Schloss Hohenschwangau, which is actually the castle that the Disney castle is based off (and you can see why in the photos). We walked around the castle, did a tour inside and took in the breath-taking views. On the tour we learnt how the castle was never completed, as the King of Bavaria died before it was done. As such, a lot has been renovated. After that, we walked back down the worlds biggest hill to check out his original castle (Hohenschwangau Castle), that was just across the valley. This one wasn't as nice but still extremely impressive all the same. We then headed home, where Al and I got behind the wheel. Driving in the cities was tough, but once we got on to the open road, it was sweet. Once we got back into Munich, we dropped the car off, grabbed some dinner and headed back to the room. As it was Korbs birthday tomorrow, we all headed down to the bar for some drinks, even though we were all exhausted. Once down there, us four were joined by two Americans from Oklahoma and played drinking games for the next couple of hours. This lasted until the bar closed, where we all eventually made our way to bed (after a couple of drinks outside for Ben, Al and I, who were discussing American sports). Things of Note: - On the trip there, Korbs and I convinced Al that Germany had underground petrol stations, as he hadn't seen any (idiot haha). - Driving home, it took me ages to adjust to driving on the right side of the road and in the left hand side of the car. Once I adjusted, I clocked over 170km/h on the autobahn and to be honest, you don't even feel like you're speeding, as everyone is flying also. - Never again will Calzon be getting a start for any of my meals. The first mouthful was good, as it actually had ham and mushroom. But the rest of the wrap contain what seemed to be every mushroom in Germany. - While we were outside drinking, Korbs was riding the "chunder-bus". 13th June: Today we all woke up very rough, especially the birthday boy Korbs. But we couldn't sit around and twiddle our thumbs, as we needed to check out by 11am (something Korbs struggled to do). After checking out, we walked down the main street in Munich, looking somewhere for lunch. The boys ended up deciding to go back to a place they went to earlier in the week. For lunch, I enjoyed a sausage platter, which had four types of German sausage, mash potato and the disgusting food that is Sauerkraut. We finally had food in our belly's, and decided to head up to the history museum. At the time, I thought it was a good idea (and sure I enjoyed the robots and astronomy sections), but I can safely safe I have now seen enough planes and boats to last me a lifetime. After that torture, we headed over to the bell tower, and climbed it for a measly €1. But once we started our climb up there, it was evident why it was so cheap. The stairs and tunnels were very small, so small that I nearly didn't fit up there. Once up there, it gave us an excellent view of Munich, from right in the middle of the city. By now, we were all hungry again, so we went to the Schnitzel House, for our final meal together. All meals were great, not that Al would know, having about two bites of his, as he felt sick. We then headed back, relaxed a little and then grabbed our bags from the locker-room. We then all walked to the station together, as the boys were catching a train to one station down the road, where their 14 hour bus trip to Croatia started (can't think of anything worse to be honest). So after saying our goodbyes, to Al and the other two legends (Ben and Korbs), who I have thoroughly enjoyed spending time with over the past three days, started one of my worst traveling performances to date. It all started at the train station, where I had trouble buying a ticket. After that, I had no troubles getting on to the train but that's where it all started to go south. Little did I know, I was supposed to change over at one station, to end up at the Airport. But that didn't matter, as I foolishly fell asleep and woke up once the train had terminated. In a rush, I've jumped off the train (and soon after, once it had left, I figured out I needed to be on that train). None the less, after asking some locals, I figured out when the next train was coming. It finally arrived and then I transferred on to the airport train, but by this time, I was cutting the time extremely tight (standard Cort). By the time I arrived, it was bang on check in time, so I was running around Munich airport like a headless chook. Finally I found the Easyjet check-in but the attendants faces said it all. They were like "you're too late and the gates are closed". My heart and bags simultaneously dropped to the floor. After asking them repeatedly if there is anyone I can get on the flight, one lady said I could get on the flight but I would have to take all my bags through customs. Relieved, I ran to customs (by now I was sweating a pedophile at a wiggles concert), and had to put all my bags through. As a result, I had to hand over some of my toiletries (a small cost to ensure I got on the flight). At the gate, there was a lady waiting for my bag and then I finally got on the plane. By then, I assumed my chaotic trip would be over but how wrong I was. Going through customs in Edinburgh, I again had troubles. I was delayed over an hour, as they looked up my file, tried to make sense of my situation and then try and help me to ensure that this shouldn't happen again. By the time I grabbed my bag and got on the city shuttle, it was after midnight. I finally arrived at Kat's place just before 1am, absolutely ruined. Little did I know, they (Kat, Jay and Xmas) were all waiting at the apartment for me, to head out. So I bit my tongue and headed out to a nightclub called "The Hive". It was a fun night, dancing and listening to classic songs. When the club closed, we left, stopped at the worlds cheapest pie shop and finally got home. But for some stupid reason, I wasn't tired anymore, which worked out well, as I wanted to watch Game 4 of the NBA Finals (which the heat won). Once the game concluded, I finally went to bed. Things of Note: - This could go down as my worst day traveling to date, if not the most stressful. I always manage to cut it fine, but this was way too fine. - There is pretty much zero night-time here is Scotland. On the way home at 330am, the sky was still light. - I'll be happy to never step foot in another plane or boat museum, for a very long time. - The first thing I noticed about Edinburgh was the stench. The smell of fish hit me like a road train once I walked out of the airport and didn't let down all night. 14th June: All of us slept in and when I awoke, I Skype called both my Nonni for her birthday and my dad to with him a happy 50th birthday party (which I was very upset that I was missing). Soon after this, Jay and Xmas continued their journey around Northern UK, heading to Glasgow. This will probably be the last time I see either of these boys in a while. Once I finally got my act together, I headed out to explore historic Edinburgh for the day. The first port of call was Edinburgh Castle. I walked around here for over an hour, viewing the Scottish Crown Jewels, the Great Hall, the Cannons and Crown Square (just to name a few). As well as that, the view from the top of the castle over the city below was magnificent. I then headed down the Golden Mile and headed to the Mary King's Close underground tour. This tour took me through the underground city, where people lived since the 17th century (this was because of the city walls, they had no option but to build up and below current buildings). As disgusting as it appeared they lived back then, it was a real eye opener. I then continued down the Golden Mile towards Holyrood Park, as I was going to climb up to Arthur's Seat. The walk up took about an hour, and I'm not going to lie, was tough. There was some very steep sections and parts of loose rocks, which didn't help. But once I arrived at the summit, the exhausting walk was worth it. As you can see in the photos, I could see over the whole area surrounding Edinburgh. So after chilling up with the wind and great views for about half an hour, I started the descent down. I then walked past the Scottish Parliament House, on my way to Calton Hill and the city observatory. This again provided me with great views. By then, it was after 8pm and I was wrecked, so I headed home to have dinner. Kat and all her flat-mates were out or working, so I just stayed in, and organized some future plans for my trip. Things of Note: - The first thing I realized at the bottom of Arthur's Seat was that I had the wrong type of footwear on. Definitely should have worn my Nike Free's instead of my Vans. - After not the greatest first impressions of Edinburgh last night, it definitely performed strongly today. I really enjoyed myself walking around the city, and all the thing I visited were great. 15th June: This morning I slept in and got myself ready for a day trip to Glasgow. I didn't really know what I was going to do there but wanted to visit there (as it was only about an hours bus ride from Edinsburgh). On the ride in, the weather gradually got more and more miserable, making me instantly regret my choice of shorts. And I was right to feel this way, as I stepped off the bus, I would of been lucky to be 5 degrees, when you factor in the rain and wind. But I bit the bullet and walked around Glasgow for about four hours visiting Glasgow Cathedral, Merchant Square, Glasgow Green and then walked up along the Clyde river all the way up to the Tall Ship. Once there, I boarded to Glenlee Ship, looked around and had a break. By that time, it was nearly 5pm and I decided to catch the bus back to Edinburgh. Once back, I just relaxed back at Kats flat, booked my highlands tour for tomorrow and then went to bed early. Things of Note: - Glasgow did itself no favors today. As there already wasn't that much to see, the rain and wind made my opinion think a lot less of it. Edinburgh is much more kind of scene. But locals assure me, Glasgow is more of a shopping, arts and performances town, something that doesn't appeal to me. - Today would of been the second coldest day on my trip, only behind my one freezing day in New York. 15th June: Today I got on a tour bus at 8am, which was going to take me around the highlands of Scotland, including Loch Ness and Glencoe. Our first stop for coffee gave me a chance to befriend two American co-workers, Rick ad Nancy. I would end up spending most of the day with these funny pair. After another long stretch on the road, we finally arrived at the home of Nessy, Loch Ness. So we all assembled on to our tour boat and set search for the wild beast (but as you could of guessed, we were unsuccessful). We also caught a glimpse of Urqhuart Castle, which sits on the Loch Ness. On our way to Inverlochy castle, we passed through Inverness (most northern city of the UK), Loch Lochy and the mountain range containing Ben Nevis. At Inverlochy Castle (still standing from the 13th century), the coolest thing was actually seeing the Hogwarts Express train. We then stopped at Fort William for some local Whisky tasting. The tour guide had been bragging that their whisky was some of the bet in the world, but obviously she hasn't tasted any other kinds of whisky, as it was well below par. The also had a baileys style whisky, which was much better. It was mid afternoon by the time we made it to the three sisters of Glencoe (Charity, Hope and Faith). This valley was absolutely breathtaking and will definitely go down as some of the best scenery I've seen on the trip. On the way out of Glencoe, the guide pointed out more scenes from Harry Potter, such as the forbidden forest, where Hagrids Hut stood and the backdrop for the quiditch games. On the way home to Edinburgh, we passed through Loch Lupnic, Sterling and the flatlands. All in all, we travelled nearly 600km in one down, exploring most of the sights of Scotland. Once back, I headed to the pub where Kat works for some Scottish Haggis. To be honest, I wasn't expecting to like it but it surprised me and I really enjoyed it. Once Kat had knocked off work, we both headed back to hers, I packed my bags for tomorrow and we just relaxed a little before bed. Things of Note: - Our tour guide explained that whisky from Scotland is spelt with no "E" and Irish whiskey is spelt like this. - She also explained the two flags of Scotland. There is the national one (navy and white) and yellow with red lion (meaning royalty are inside if flying above building, such as Edinburgh Castle). This marks the end of this blog, as tomorrow I start my three week journey around Scandinavia and Spain with my dad. Thanks again for reading and stay tuned!