London Calling
After much debauchery in Germany, our bodies were panging for some civilized R&R and what better place to do it than London. Hearing horror stories about the expense of the city accommodation; we were chuffed when we came across a boutique hotel just 2 blocks from Hyde Park and only JUST more than our entire daily budget! The cute little (key word being ‘little’) hotel has differently themed rooms that are often featured for high end magazine shoots and film clips and there were a camera crew there during our stay. Our room wasn’t featured in the apparent Harpers Bazaar shoot and neither were we, but it was exciting to be around the entourage of art directors, make up artists, stylists, models and photographers just the same! We eventually emerged from our boudoir after our last hoorah with Macca and Noelle in Picadilly Circus the night before and stepped out to explore the city. We strolled through Hyde Park (which was a bit of a let down compared to Sydney’s Hyde Park) and marched straight to Harrods. We entered through the Luxury Handbag Section where Kez’s legs froze in motion. There were at least 6,242 bags that she tried to convince Ads were absolutely essential to maintain a healthy marriage but to no avail. Bored as one would be as if they had just listened to scones cool down; Ads (and his reluctant wife) moved on to the Food and Wine ‘showroom’ where even a starved model would go crazy with the food displays literally looking too good to eat. But that didn’t stop us. We sampled some of their finest offerings and just so happened to stumble into the jewellery department with $2million dollar diamond bits and bobs and $500,000 watches on display… and we’re pretty sure that there’d be some even higher price tags than that behind the “Don’t-Even-Bother-If-You-Don’t-Drive-An-Astin Martin” glass counters. Naturally, we didn’t bother. After enough self torture, we bid farewell to Harrods and the Arabian Sheiks and strolled the posh streets, dodging Bentleys, Rolls and Maserati’s tearing out of the variable consulates. Over 4 days, we galked at the usual suspects such as Queenie’s digs, Big Ben, Westinster Abbey, the London Eye, Trafalgar Square, Oxford Circus, Picadilly Circus, London Bridge, 10 Downey Street… like complete tourists. London is such a fabulous city with truckloads of spunk and is so on-trend but to be truthful; we still hold Manhattan as our fave ‘power’ city in the world.
WIN:
London. Its almost too cool. Almost.
FAIL:
The mighty pound ate our Aussie dollars like a rogue dingo in Ayers Rock.
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