Saturday, 30 July 2011

Pimm’s, Portobello, pubs and PARENTS!

In short, London with the parents was super!!!  They were so excited to be there and I was so happy to see them!  They have super powers too - they managed to turn this fast-paced city into a place where I was able to slow down and appreciate some things that I have seen so many times before - but have not soaked it in...

Day 1 (July 23) - South of the Thames 
What a beautiful day for Mum and Dad to arrive!!  (And then in true London style, the sky went grey and overcast.)
Helen, my friend from school, kindly dropped me off at the airport to greet the parentals.  I felt a bit silly as I approached the gate with butterflies in my tummy but it was all very exciting to anticipate their arrival.  Sure enough, before too long, there they were and without a care in the world I jumped up and down like I was on a trampoline and ran up to meet them.  Yay - they were finally here!

London Heathrow airport
Dad, Mum and me
We made our way down to the ‘Tube’ and went on our way to my place to drop off the luggage. 

Before the ride on the underground
Dad and Mum

Dad loving the underground!

Then after a small break and meeting my flatmates, we were straight into the heart of the city, starting with a good coffee from Monmouth at Borough Markets…

Borough Markets 
Me, Dad and Mum
Monmouth coffee
Half strength cap, FW and FW
We walked east in the direction of London Bridge.  Mum and Dad were a little surprised at how plain London Bridge was.  I am wondering if they didn’t put much effort into rebuilding it just in case it falls down again?!
London Bridge
Dad, Mum and me
At the beginning of our journey along The Queen’s Walk (that follows aside the Thames river), Dad wanted to sit down and ‘soak up' the atmosphere… and this ended up being a running theme of the day!!  We spotted Monument, ‘The Gherkin’ and the dome of St Paul’s Cathedral.  When we turned around – Tower Bridge was in our sights!

We made it a little further along - almost across the bridge - and we stopped again.  This time, we accompanied the stop with some Pimm’s and continued soaking up the view around us.  Dad marvelled at the intricacies and detail on the bridge and hoped that we would see it go up!

Glass of Pimm's with a spectacular view
Mum and Dad
The parents trailed across the bridge (and we spied a bus on its way to Nunhead - teehee - funny name!) and once again we stopped when we got down towards the entrance to the Tower of London (I told you we moved slowly!).  However, all this pausing had its advantages as we actually saw the bridge rise!  In the six months I have been here, it is the first time I have seen it happen.
Tower Bridge allowing a tall ship to pass
A quick stop off at Westminster to introduce the parents to my mate Big Ben and then I took the tuckered out parents home.
Big Ben
Dad & Mum
That night we met up for dinner in Notting Hill with my London sisters.  The meeting was ever so sweet – and as the saying goes – a picture tells a thousand words.
Hugs all around on Pembridge Road
Dad & Jess and Mum & Hannah

The family in LONDON, baby!! 
(L-R) Hannah, Mum, Dad, Jess and me
The coloured fronts on Portobello Road
Hannah, Mum, me and Jess
Day 2 (24 July) - Hyde Park and North London
A picture perfect day in London started with a journey in to Hyde Park on a modern double decker bus.  Dad deemed this unworthy however when he spotted an old Routemaster!!!!  So we alighted and caught this one that had pulled in behind.

Routemaster
Top deck on the Routemaster
Me, Dad and Mum
Serpentine lake in Hyde Park
We had a gorgeous walk through Hyde Park and Mum was thrilled to visit the Princess Diana Memorial Fountain.  I can see why kids love it so much – I should have dipped my toes in!

Princess Diana Memorial Fountain
After visiting the statue that depicts the boy who never wanted to grow up (Peter Pan) we were off to Baker Street to meet Hanne, Ashley and Alice.  It was an epic walk around North London – in search of an elusive pub, during which we saw Lord’s Cricket Ground (making Dad a happy man!), we stopped for a late lunch in a different and yet awesome pub in Camden.  It was so lovely for Mum and Dad to meet the awesome family that I was able to start off my life in London with at the beginning of this year.

A pub in Camden
Dad, Ashley, Alice, Hanne and Mum
Before heading home, Mum, Dad and I stopped via St Paul’s Cathedral for a Eucharist service.  The incense, the command of the Vicar’s voice and the echo of congregation’s chants were incredible.

St. Paul's Cathedral
St. Paul's Cathedral
Day 3 (July 25) - Windsor Castle, Stonehenge and Bath
Deciding that cramming in as much as possible proved a very mean feat!  We packed in Windsor Castle, Stonehenge and Bath into one day – travelling approximately 400 miles!  Thus, Mum and I slept a bit between destinations while Dad listened to Hugh (our tour guide) ramble on about the histories of each place.  He was extremely humorous and Mum and Dad thought he had so much enthusiasm and bustle, that he reminded them of Manuela (who the heck is he????)  

Windsor Castle brought a towering abbey, changing of the guard ceremony and a fully functional doll’s house (Queen Mary’s) right down to hot running water into the bath!  I could hardly believe that she could be so lucky to have such an amazing doll’s house – then again – she was royalty.

Windsor Castle
The Moat
The Abbey inside Windsor Castle
Gothic influenced art
Queen Mary's Doll House
Changing of the guard
Previously, so many people have expressed either a great joy or great disappointment for Stonehenge.  Even Hugh (AKA Manuela) commented “it’s not that big”.  So then, after everyone talking it down… I was stoked that I had to look up to see it!  

Stonehenge
Stonehenge

Weird to think that this ‘thing’ has been around for thousands of years (even before the pyramids)… and it had been positioned with such accuracy to study the sun and moon cycles.  The stones were much bigger than I had anticipated and definitely worth the visit out there.  I love that there are so many different theories and speculations about this place but there is no certainty at all when it comes down to the very facts.  Very much my favourite place of the day!!

Finally was Bath and though we did not spend enough time here to do the place justice, it was great to spend a short time here to see how much Rome had influenced the city and how it still is very much the same as it has been.  

Small streets in Bath
Bath Abbey
We sat and had some much needed coffee with a view of the Baths.

King's and Queen's Baths
The springs
Day 4 (26 July) - Ye Olde London
Our final day in London before our departure on our epic Europe adventure brought a relatively lazy day sighting and visiting the older things of London.  First we were off to the Tower of London.  
Original wall from the tower
We only intended on spending the morning there but found it so interesting we spent most of the day.  With an initial entertaining tour around the grounds by Yeoman Guard Jones (otherwise known as a ‘Beefeater’.)  One fact he wouldn't let us forget is that there are 20 towers.  Yet another Beefeater explained that when Prince Charles becomes king, he will be known as King George VII (all the Charles' so far have not had much luck!!)
Yeoman Guard Jones
I loved seeing the crown jewels and learning that they are “The People’s Jewels” and belong to all those in the Commonwealth.  They are kept in a vault (that looks as if it could survive the rapture) to prevent the jewels departing with one person rather than staying with the people.
Royal Guard outside the Crown Jewel vault 

Looking out into the front garden
King Henry VIII suit of armour
Before cooking dinner, I took Mum and Dad out for a walk along the Thames near my flat.  We happened to stumble (no pun intended) to one of my favourite (and one of London’s oldest) pubs.
The Blue Anchor
Dad and Mum

But until next time... Cheers! 

Monday, 25 July 2011

A very happy unbirthday to me!


Paris was a pre-birthday party.  I celebrated my birthday that weekend by having a tea party with The Mad Hatter, of course!  Teagan and I had a fabulous weekend spending one day at Disneyland and then another touring around the city of Paris.
(By the way, my sincere apologies that I haven’t shared this earlier  - I seriously thought I had written already!!)
Aurevoir London, Bonjour Paris! (Friday, May 20)
The Eurostar is one of the best things running through the English Channel to date.  I absolutely loved it and it totally lived up to all the hype that others have shared about it.  If you have a chance to ride it – do it!  It’s so much more comfortable and easier to travel on to Paris than a plane.  Thus late evening Friday, after school, it took Teagan and I from mid-London to mid-Paris in just over two hours (including checking in and boarding – BRILLIANT!!)  On the journey I spoke to a lovely Australian couple from Adelaide who were on another mid-life travel expedition around the world… lucky them!!!

Unfortunately, the easier travel into the country that did not help us to find our accommodation within the country - typical of me to have no bearings though!! We left hesitantly from the Gare Du Nord station and eventually, after wandering up and down some streets we asked a kind ‘misseur’ of another hotel and then found our place up near the Sacre Couer.  We finally crashed into our ‘relatively’ clean beds (eeww!) ready for Disneyland the next day!

M-i-c-k-e-y M-o-u-s-e, Mickey Mouse!  (Saturday, May 21)
YAYAYAY – Disneyland!!  I felt about five years old awaking with giddy excitement while Teagan continued to sleep in our comfortable (yet dodgy, dirty) beds.  I got ready while humming the various tunes to Aladdin and The Lion King and couldn’t wait to get there.
Teags and I found the Metro so easy to use despite everything reading in French – we just jumped on and with a couple of changes and an hour later we were standing in front of the park.  The tourist centre just outside the park had a special deal where we got tickets for about €35 each – bargain when we were expecting to pay about €50-60 for the day!

Unintentionally, I was dressed in black and a red bow with white polka dots however it worked in my favour to 'conveniently' to match up with a pair of Minnie Mouse ears and Teagan sported the Mickey Mouse ears. 
We went straight to Space Mountain to get a ‘thrill’ ride (and it ended up being the most exciting of the day!) 

And then these...
Star Wars (Dan would be proud!)
Meeting Alice
It's A Small World
Snow White
Mad Hatter's Tea Cups
Calming Mouse down with the JAM!!
Going 'mad' with my hat!
Curtseying like Alice!

Finishing it all off with the Magical Mickey Show.  I absolutely adored the performance particularly when the princesses came our with their princes... I unashamedly shed a tear until Teagan laughed at how I was so easily impressed.  In fact, I would rather believe I had high hopes for the show and it totally lived up to all of my awesome childhood memories shared with Dan.
Mickey's Magical Celebration


Disney princesses
And just like Sleeping Beauty... we returned back to our "comfy and clean" beds for a well-deserved sleep!!
Sleeping Beauty's castle

On the eve of a quarter century (Sunday, May 22)

Happy birthday - me!! (well almost, anyway!)

Teagan thoroughly spoiled me over breakfast and made a big fuss which was so awesome considering she was acting as my family this year.  While it was a bit odd not being surrounded with my usual posse at this time, Teagan was amazing and made up for it in enthusiasm and pizazz and distracted me from these simple facts.

Off we went in search of the perfect Parisian day - and the city lived up to all it is cracked up to be.  We had an amazing start with clear blue skies and a warm temperature.  We even had time to put flowers in our hair!!
Pink flowers...
Red flowers...
On our walk down the Champs de Élysées our first stop was Arc de Triomphe but not before spotting a GIANT nutella jar...
Louis Vuitton...
...and a cliche French mimer!

FINALLY the Arc de Triomphe - yippee!
As we continued our walk I spotted the gigantic top of the Eiffel Tower...
...or is it actually really small?
it didn't matter... I was completely stoked that I was here.  Such an iconic place on a spectacular spring day!

We walked further down the Seine river and then crossed at the Pont Alexandre III.  We then spotted GEORGE!!  George was a man that Teags and I had spotted on the metro that morning wondering what on earth he was carrying.  Turns out he WAS a magnificent artist that had been carrying all of his paintings.  
George has been selling these paintings along the Seine for 30 years and promised that we should buy one as all artists that generally artists become famous posthumously and it would be worth buying a piece of his art now, when they are cheap!  Since all his works were excellent, I chose one that I will proudly hang when I get back home (yes, home in Australia!)
George and me
Along the Seine river

Finally... the dirty and dusty but dazzling Louvre!
The Louvre
While we had no time to line up and go in, I was rather happy that we had made our way there.  I will return with my family in mid-August to enter and marvel at the works!


And lunchtime (more like a very early dinner) meant the fantastic French food that I had been waiting for to celebrate a quarter-century birthday!!  I completed off my meal with a divine raspberry tart...
Yummy raspberry tart made by the pastry experts of the world
...followed very closely by a wine and cheese platter 'chaser'.
Mmm... cheese!!!
My favourite things!
Finding our way back to the hostel was a bit of a mission... thankfully it involved stumbling across the Notre dame.  We arrived just in time to hear the bells chime ready for the worship service.  Teags and I walked in and stood at the back for about ten minutes and marvelled at the relics and the reverence held by all those who entered.  Although very brief, it was a very special moment that we had and we both walked out feeling uplifted!
My dirty feet after walking at the Louvre
Notre Dame bells are ringing...
A gorgeous gothic interior
And on our way to the Gare du Nord to catch the Eurostar, we thought (and I emphasise the thought) we had enough time to stop by the Sacre Coeur church.  I had to carry my heavy suitcase up a very steep climb that entailed about six flights of stairs (each with about 20 steps) - not my brightest or finest hour.  
Street performer singing Ronan Keating's When you say nothing at all
Sacre Coeur
We quickly snapped away, took in the spectacular view over the city and then went on our way, faster again.  We realised we had less than half an hour to drag our sore and sorry bodies and suitcases across about 2 kilometres, meet Kate (who had a birthday pressie from Sarah and Alex for me), check in and board the train!!!
Kate & me
Thankfully, by the grace of God we made it but not before a slight panicked moment when I couldn't find Kate!!  However, all was good (...especially since Sarah and Alex spoiled me with MILO!!!)
A Milo tin 'well-travelled'.  Brisbane-Paris-London!


I am so glad I am returning to Paris in August - bring on the BRIE!!!


But until next time… Cheers!