THE POUND ATE MY DOLLARS
So we made it. After an excruciating 32 hours of transit (door to door), we found ourselves standing amidst the buzzing city of London. Exceptionally good looking people swarmed the streets – due to London Fashion Week kicking off upon our arrival. There was no shortage of eye candy so the calorie count was high. We strolled around Notting Hill, rummaged through Portobello Road markets, Oxford Street and Hyde Park. A ‘spot’ of shopping was had which was a nice contrast to our previous visits when we were pauper nomads and our budget simply didn’t cater for it. It still didn’t really allow for it this time either but, hey, we are the now generation.
Our body clocks were about as functional as a fake Rolex so we jumped on the underground and made our way to Tring in the stunning countryside to catch up with Kez’s aunty, Cherrie. We had a couple of days to unwind before our flight to Spain – where the boat was waiting for us. Not a whole lot of activity proceeded as a result of our physical state, so as tradition would have it, the first blog entry is usually pretty vanilla. Aldi vanilla.
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