Day 20: Home

I am home now. This is a great relief and means that I no longer have to type with an awful iPad keyboard and can take a shower in my own home and straighten my hair! I haven’t slept for about two days now, but it’s not even 7pm here yet and I still need to go to the supermarket before I can go to bed. So that I have something to eat when I wake up tomorrow morning/afternoon.

I spent about 12 hours in the Hong Kong airport yesterday, during which time I wrote an epic tumblr post about the last few days but which was inexplicably lost forever in the interwebs because of shitty free-internet computers and awful error screens.

I really liked Valencia; I got to splash my feet in the Mediterranean (the water was very warm, and there were hundreds upon hundreds of people at the beach, and many of the ladies weren’t wearing tops) and we went to a very cool aquarium (‘oceanografic’). When I’ve had some sleep and gone through all my photos, I might post some someplace on the internet for you all to see. .

In Barcelona, there were many many people and it was very hot. The train from Valencia to Barcelona was meant to take three hours but it ended up taking five, because we stopped due to technical trouble of some kind. It was all in Spanish so we really have no idea. On the Metro, some woman tried to steal things from my mum. That wasn’t so pleasant.

On the way home I consumed many milligrams of Valium, and everything was okay. Now I am about to fall asleep on my keyboard, so I must go. Maybe I will post more things later.

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Day 8: London

things I like about London
– cute boys
– cute boys
– cute boys

Ha no I’m joking. Things I actually really like about London:
– people here speak my language
– the weather is great (no I’m not joking – its been like Hobart in summer, warm and clear but not debilitatingly hot)
– accents
– cute boys
– delicious food
– people don’t look at me judgementally when I wear sneakers and short shorts out and about
– people generally seem much more friendly and relaxed (except on the tube – see below)
– parks
– finding the TARDIS

things I don’t like about London
– the ‘tube’ is expensive, crowded, smelly, stuffy, confusing and generally fucking awful. Especially after coming straight from the Paris metro system, which is wonderful.

I think I’ve been to more churches on this trip than in the previous twenty-one years of my life combined. I am not religious, but I really like churches; sometimes they make me feel quite emotional. We went to Westminster Abbey, Westminster cathedral, and St Paul’s today. They were all lovely. The history of Westminster abbey is just amazing.
We went to a place called Gourmet Burger Kitchen for dinner, that was very delicious and I had an Oreo milkshake with my veggie burger. One of the waiters was very cute and probably from Spain, although I think perhaps I only liked him as much as I did because he reminded me of a boy I love back home.

My feet still hurt like a fucking bitch but being in London has definitely made me more cheerful.

Oh, and I went to the Parliamentary Bookshop today and bought some wonderful tea mugs……

Day 5: Paris

Today:

  • lots of beautiful, beautiful hipsters
  • wanting to kill myself because I am just so ugly and fat compared to all the chic Parisians
  • spending more money than I can afford
  • finding a truly amazing second-hand clothes store – as a consequence of trying to go to the Pablo Picasso museum and discovering that it’s actually closed for renovations at the moment – and buying the best dress I’ve ever seen for ten euros
  • still getting funny looks from people on the street and on the Metro
  • learning that the Metro will always smell like urine. Some other places will too.
  • art – even the really famous shit – is near-impossible to appreciate without some sort of context.
  • I really should buy better quality shoes.
  • waiting for an hour and a half to get into the Eiffel Tower only to be informed that the summit platform is closed for the day will make you angry. You will go to the second platform and be impressed anyway.
  • the charming experience of some dude at a market literally yelling out to me
  • apparently it’s not okay to show any skin AT ALL in this country
  • making eye contact with men here, rather than being a dare/test of character the way it is at home (if someone maintains eye contact with me they go up in my esteem), seems to essentially be an invitation for them to come and sleazily hit on me
  • at this stage I’m just using dot points for fun

I’m really hungry and thus going to go demand we go out for dinner now.
Bon soir!

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