When the Cheshire emerges...

Ok, so I obviously bought a shiteload of clothes while away. Two months is a long time. Excuse the shoddy photography.

Greece and London Part One: surprised I didn't like much clothes-wise on the islands. But London was the big one...



L-R: Santorini dress, 49P/New Look military jacket, 15P/You for New Look skirt, 5P/Maribou tie-dye dress/H&M black slip, 7.99P/Maribou handkerchief top
*Forgot to include a baggy 3/4 sleeve khaki mesh-type top from Zara I picked up for 7.95P*

Portobello Road proper/Camden hidden gems



L-R: tenki dress, 15P/vintage striped dress, 18P/vintage winter dress, 18P/floral dress, 10P/green pantaloons, 8P

During-tour buys and presents:



L-R: silk scarf from Venice, 25E/Fishbowl t-shirt for New Yorker (Krakow), possibly 54.90Zloty/Episode (Amsterdam) baggy tee, price unknown/Tally Weijl (Greece) dressy tank, price unknown/Murphy's (Santorini) promo T-shirt, priceless ;D

Novelty Tees:



L-R: Topdeck Spirit of Europe tee/Schnaps Museum (Vienna) promo tee, 10E/Topdeck Hoff Berlin tee/Amsterdam tee/Busabout La Tomatina 2010 tee

London Take Two: I just had to go back didn't I?



L-R: Topshop cropped tee, 14P. Camden Markets: vintage dress, 15P/tank top, 4P/skirt, 2P. Episode skirt, 13P

Spain... and er, tights for our Berlin pub crawl:



L-R: Shambala harem pants from Peniscola, 21E/shorts from Barcelona, 19,95E/H&M pink tights from Berlin, 5E

Now keep in mind this is only clothes. Bags, shoes and jewellry to come if anyone's interested.

I won't say too much on the final few places, only because I've been writing so much down for my personal records - and I'm starting to procrastinate from doing it, which isn't good.

Mallorca ended up being different to what I expected - perhaps that's because I was under the impression I'd be hitting the clubs, beaching it, sleeping and not much else. What I ended up doing was seeing all the important sights and areas thanks to our host Michel (good) and buying three pairs of shoes in as many days although my suitcase surely wouldn't allow for it (even better). When we did hit the clubs (on the Sunday night) it was exactly what I expected though - drunk Brits being bogan everywhere. Fantastic. Missed out on Deadmau5 by two nights at BCM (their main club where DJ Sammy performs every Friday - !) - I didn't get to go there which was a huge bummer but finding out I'd miss out on them killed me.

Barcelona was a great night, we really should've stayed there longer like we originally planned. Only as a transition between Mallorca and Athens we ended up having arguably the best accommodation all trip (with towels... and SOAP!), the best central location AND good luck with two clubs. Funny story time: dancing with Helen, then an Argentinean guy whose cousins had befriended us decides to get real close and ask me: 'Can I bite you? Pleeease?' I almost went into hysterics. Gold. We only had about four hours sleep before leaving to catch our flight, where I happen to bump into Beth from Tomatina. Small world.

Athens was great as a bookend to Nemea because I saw a totally different side of Greece, the one seriously affected by their current economic struggle. Student transport ticket for 90mins: 50 Euro cents. Cheeeeap. And they think things have skyrocketed. But spending time with my mum's side was great; went for coffee everyday - around a marina, Glyfada (which is a really nice area) - and returned to my love: the pite. Went to a restaurant which was constantly packed called Georgia's Pites where they seriously had the best yiros' I've ever had in my entire life. These didn't have chips in them like anywhere else but they tasted incredible.

Saw the Acropolis and surroundings: the Parthenon is colossal. I didn't want to leave it; so so beautiful. Think I cried a little. Saw Hadrian's Gate and the Temple of Zeus and then most of Ancient Agora where Helen had slight issues... climbing some steps, which of course are marble and therefore slippery, and an exasperated Helen says to me: 'MORE marble?!' I just turn and say: 'Dude, it's Ancient Greece. Of course there's marble.' That, with Barcelona two days before brought arguably the two best quotes of the trip. Genius.

Loved the Monestiraki and Plaka areas... felt drawn to Athens - and not just because everyone dresses impeccably. Caught myself imagining an older version of me there with a husband and kids walking around the streets. I must've looked local enough; a (hottt) TV presenter approaches me with mike and all. Couldn't help him out - need to brush up on my Greek properly I've decided. Didn't matter for the club we went to though... like Mykonos, looked like something out of a film. Every girl in heels (and me caught out wearing flats because I didn't know we were going) and really good mix of Greek and English music made for a great night out.

Before we knew it the five days were over and we were going home. No major dramas getting back to Oz, except for the freezing night-stay in Melbs. A horrible wake-up call. But I went to Sydney to shop and sightsee a bit more five days after coming back to Adelaide. After THAT I was shopped out AND aware I was really home. Which got me down for a bit. But I think I'm okay now. Looking at all my clothes makes me happy anyway.

Getting back to London was both sad and relieving. Sad because the tour was over and relieving because I was in London again, where I had more shopping to do. Only problem was, with the presents I’d kept locked up in my London hostel AND what I’d bought over the tour left next to little room in the suitcase. But as long as I got to Spain after these two days to send stuff home there, I’d be fine.

That was until I entered Topshop on Oxford St. Woah. So so overwhelming, on the ground floor alone I grabbed five different accessories and struggling to hold them all I had to contain myself. Tried on about 15 things on one floor and felt sorry for the fitting room controller, who like me normally had to deal with swapping clothes etc etc. That was before the Vintage floor. O.M.G. I just about passed out with excitement at the pieces they had in there – sadly left behind an 80s prom dress worth GBP99 and a pair of vintage shoes. Heartbreaking. Having to pick only one pair of shoes because of bloody weight restraints killed me. Killed me. I vow to return.

Being the day before the Aussie election and not having exempted ourselves, headed to Australia House to vote. Tbh, I didn’t know who I was voting for; I just remember feeling sick and being given water before I put my ballot through. But it was fun all the same, not something you do every day. Got to the Camden Markets (second time for me) soon after: more amazing this time because I scoured just about every corner of those stables. With the help of Anthony of course, my patient partner-in-crime! And I introduced him to the world of crepes – albeit the messiest crepe he’ll ever eat in his life; certainly was for me. Speaking of food, finally had Indian in London and it was really good. Really enjoy eating it now… now I’m hungry thinking about it!

Second day was all for Jana because it was her birthday! Went to the Tower of London, which was interesting – but it was so so cold! Borough Markets for a fantastic lunch at the request of Angela (best falafel wrap I’ve ever had, think my body went into shock because of its goodness). Then went to the British Museum with Helen to see relics of the Parthenon. Oh that made me angry. It’s not just one or two things, it’s a whole frickin’ gallery. Half the thing is in this museum and they refuse to give it back to Athens. It’s an absolute joke. Breathe… Okay, so went out to Leicester Square and had nice Italian for dinner at Jana’s request which was nice.

I began my solo journey well, arriving at the airport nice and early. Weighed my suitcase – 25.1kg. Oh no. 50P excess fee unless I can get it down by putting things in my hand luggage and fit THAT and my huge handbag into the metal box thing. Half an hour later I manage to do it and get my suitcase to 21.9kg. 10P fee, 40P SAVED. Boo-yah. Next thing I know I’m at the train station in Valencia about to make my way to the hostel – in the HEEEEEEAT (that's a good thing, I was SO excited). Only problem is my ticket wouldn’t let me past the gate. About to attempt jumping over when a local family came to my rescue. Bless them. But haven’t had so many steps in my entire trip than getting out of that bloody station. Knackered. Then it turns out I was put in the sister hostel ‘around the corner.’ The Spanish don’t give good directions. Over an hour later I found it and was about to collapse from dehydration and muscle failure. After all, I was lugging around at least 30kg.

Recovered, I saw plenty of Valencia, had a nice day trip to Peniscola (yes, make the jokes if you must, everyone else was at the time) and got lost on our bike ride. Beautiful places they both are, easy to get around. But at Bunol, Tomatina was the big one. Couldn’t tell you how many people there were, I heard 30,000 somewhere. Pretty much in the middle of the packed main street until we got pushed up with the crowd onto level ground higher up. Ended up seeing more of an overview than getting pummelled. Except one un-squashed tomato that hit me square in the right eye from the balcony of a local 20m above. And then a wet t-shirt flung into it 30 seconds later. And then another tomato landing on my wrist as I covered my battered eye. I clearly needed to move. But actually a bit disappointed I didn’t have a black eye from it all. Plenty of tears, lost shoes, ripped clothes… absolutely nuts. Just lucky we weren’t in direct sun. While slightly disappointed I wasn’t covered in red (by the time we reached the street itself the hour had finished), I still had a great time. Going to send 7.425kg of stuff at the Post Office later was a highlight when the man knew I’d been to Tomatina because he pointed out a seed in my hair. Awesome. Our last night was a pretty messy pub crawl where I’d finally washed my hair (quote of the night: ‘It’s cleeeeean!!!’), plenty of dancing was done and drinks downed like they were going out of fashion.

More steps again lugging my crap (still not feeling lighter) down the Metro – got on the plane with the (mostly hot) Mallorcan/Baleares Islands soccer team Atletico Baleares and got to the island safe and sound after a clear highlight of my overall trip and a week I could, and will never, possibly forget…

Don't mind me writing this when I'm back in cold Adelaide but I wanted to get it out because otherwise it's unfinished business!

Uh, with the Viennese theme park, as if I didn't say I had the biggest fairy floss you've ever seen in your life! It was seriously the length of my torso. Buried my face in it. The rest of Vienna was good even though Sunday meant things weren't open. Average cake/coffee at a cafe, the Film Museum wasn't open during the summer, and I had an interesting encounter with a man and his laptop. Bratislava was gorgeous for what we could see in about 90 minutes - although half of that was in a cafe drinking hot coffees (I had some banana-infused latte in a martini glass, quite amazing) because it was pissing down with rain. The poor market stalls in the main square... My camera decided to not turn on when it felt like it so a few photo ops missed on top of their castle. Got my Slovakian Maccas (bit of a Greek flavour with beef and tzaztiki in a herbed bun) and we moved on - after half the group returned 20 mins late with boxes of pizza in their hands. Ha, I thought we would run late when we took a wrong turn.

Budapest proved (to my Yiayia's truth) to be beautiful and really interesting (except for Topdeck's new choice of hotel, it was horrible). Visited the Terror Museum which gave a whole book's worth of info pages about the Hungarian Jews in WWII and the Communist era that followed, definitely worth seeing. Walking around was beautiful; their markets a little disappointing for lack of clothes though (although every second shop was traditional clothing but that wasn't what I was after. I discovered later Angela trying on a vest made for an awesome photo). Fell asleep after getting a drink with the girls in the afternoon. Outside. In broad daylight. Apparently they were scared because I wouldn't wake up. Must love the Hungarian sun. Oops. The food: A-MA-ZING. First night's dinner (under 3000 florints which is less than AUD$20) was the most massive souvlaki on a stick I've ever eaten in my life (it was like... oh, I can't describe it, just too good), second night grabbed a traditional Goulash soup which was incredible. Still sick so thought that might be good for the immune system. But so so good. And so cheap, unbelievable. Oh, and tried a cinnamon ice-cream (gelati-style). YUM.

Nightlife was really interesting. But the ride to Rio on night one was more so... maxi-cab driver refused to give us the right change because he rorted us way more than what our tour guide had agreed, pushing us all out as we try to argue, Amy (guide) rocks up and hops in the back seat to push the point, he drives off with doors still open, Amy hanging on for dear life to the back of the front passenger seat and Angela sitting in the front. 20 mins later, discover he drove them down the street, couldn't get the door open to push Amy out, continued yelling abuse in Hungarian but gave in. So I got my 100 florints back. Above and beyond the call of duty for Amy, who in her tipsy state said that should never happen again. Hilarious all the same. And trying to sleep when one of the guys comes into our room going 'sound check, sound check' to see if we could hear them shouting next door. We could.

Krakow was next, a smaller city than Poland's capital Warsaw - but stunning again. The main sq is huge, and the markets in the middle sell all kinds of lovely trinkets. Regret not buying a jewellry box, but bought an amber cross for my charm bracelet - amber's a huge export for them apparently, 80% of the stalls were selling it! Had a corridor party on the first night which was almost as cool as Party 211 in Rome and then made our way into town (I was one of the last to get in a taxi - and then the other girls' taxi who left before mine had taken them the wrong way and they had to be rescued by one of the boys). First pub was okay (I'd decided not to drink for fear of wrecking my throat too much before the big three - Prague, Berlin and Amsterdam) but a lot of us just wanted to dance. The second pub wasn’t that much better, very local though which was cool. But it stank of cigarettes way too much for me to handle so I preferred to get my Polish Maccas fix at approx 1:30am before heading home.

The day was good - licked the wall of a mine (all made of salt so had a nice taste to it), then nearly died in the lift up - the most rickety thing with 9 of us in there. Had a pretzel as Kat and I had discussed, then Some of the better pasta I had in Europe – in a shopping centre food court. Then ice-cream, then found the most awesome jewellry/souvenir shop hidden in a little alley. Bought stuff (it's all hand-painted, amazing)... but I was thinking of a pendant, Kat saw stuff on the way out. Two minutes later we were buying it all.

Had an early night to be prepared for the next morning – our visit to Auschwitz. Every person on the bus chose to take the tour which was fantastic. I was getting emotional before we went in as I read the information posted outside and I knew I wasn’t going to contain myself for the whole tour.

It was the most sobering experience of my life and I pretty much can’t think about it without getting tears in my eyes. As we were walked through the rooms and everything was put into context by the guide I was just stunned. Images that will forever stick in my head come from those rooms where photographs weren’t allowed. And for good reason. Shit… Ummm, I had to walk out of one of those prematurely and felt so holed up I couldn’t even bring myself to look at anything besides my tissue. And when we went through one of the few remaining gas chambers even the guide didn’t talk out of respect, merely gestured to the vents as we took the 15-second walk through. And then I see some idiot tourist taking a photo. No fucking respect at all. I felt like punching the bastard. Also saw the Birkenau part, and then as I thanked the tour guide personally afterwards started blubbering in front of her. She was so strong. Oh man, you’d have to have real guts to walk through that place every day and retain integrity and level emotion.

Night tour in Prague proved fun – beautiful city, good nightlife. Double Trouble music bar, then the 5-storey club everyone was so excited about. But for me where it had a little less expectation than for others it turned out more fun – a few were disappointed but I enjoyed it enough. Stayed fair late (so it must’ve been good); for the ride home hopped out of taxi #1 after he was going to charge way too much, and taxi #2 had to do. We may be tourists but we know a rip-off when we hear it! At least the alcohol’s cheap. Real cheeeeeap.

Prague was next, and again, a beautiful place. Their main clock is incredible and the bugle played every hour is worth a watch. Got lost in the backstreets trying to find Mozart's house (sure I walked past it), found the coolest vintage shop - but she didn't take EFTPOS and that ruined any chance for me that day. So badly wanted to do the Pub Crawl but so buggered from the day that we gave it a miss.

Next day was my Yiayia’s 70th birthday so made a call and got some interest from bus-mates with my broken sore-throated Greek. Stop in Dresden was on a Sunday so no chance to do much. Has such interesting history with its buildings though – half restored (literally, you can see the burnt black stones mixed in with the new ones) after WWII after its’ bombing was one of the war’s biggest controversies. Had a picnic with my pre-made lunch and found an Ayers Rock Café.

Then drove straight into Berlin for a drive tour and first up was the Berlin Wall. The East Side Gallery part, where artists have painted murals, including a famous one of two presidents kissing. I was in such awe just walking past it, feeling the suppression of these people as their city was split in two. Then I remembered I had a pen – light blue but all the same I did my best to write on there. Then everyone saw I had it and it wasn’t seen again until late that night. I could’ve spent half the day there, 10 minutes wasn’t nearly enough. It was even weirder walking past it across the road in darkness as we headed to a club further down. A club which only five of us got into out of at least 12-15 (others booted for being too ‘young’, not dressed up enough, not dressed right). I was surprised when I got in after being asked how old I was and showing him my passport, but once I got in I understood perfectly why (wearing my floral dress and small-heeled black peep-toes). The. Most. Indie-ish. Crowd. EVER. It was like The Garden of Unearthly Delights on steroids. Two dancefloors, a swing on a fairy light-lit tree, overlooking a river… absolutely nuts. Three of us and new friend Pete were spotted staring at a couple about to totally go for it on a ledge high up by some seats overlooking everything. They said we should have fun too. Uh, not right there thankyou! Definitely an experience to last a while in there – and then the satisfaction of the Maccas we passed being open at 3:30am when it looked closed was incredible.

Berlin day: guide took us around major Berlin sites, I stood on East and West Berlin at the same time, made the long trek to the Ampelmann store (amazing, I could’ve bought half the shop - and the one next to it actually). If you have no idea about Amplemann, Google him. Best traffic light man EV-ER. Also hunted for something pink for our upcoming ‘P & pink’ pub crawl – found rose-patterned leggings on sale at H&M. Not that I couldn’t have found something there, with no less than three stores on the one side of the strip. AAARGH! Awesome apple strudel in the café right by Checkpoint Charlie before getting ready. That was a highlight – Allie getting wrapped by Brodie in glad-wrap because she was going as Plastic. Once she was done the inevitable question came up: ‘how do I pee?’ Hilarious. I went as Pretty in Pink as one of my London buys has a Molly Ringwald style to it. Leggings made it look rather garish. And Lauren went as Penny. Got just about everything right, esp. the poses for photos. Excellent. Good night, all the pubs/clubs had something different about them, and I downed my first full bottle of beer ever, a Beck’s Gold. Aaaaand, we were encouraged to leave our bottles on the sidewalk because they pick them up to recycle. That felt so wrong. Best thing about locations were that last club was literally across the street from our (pretty awesome) hostel. That helped when it started to spit…

Berlin-Amsterdam was a long drive, but that didn’t mean I wanted to get out of the bus. Freeeezing as we went into the cheese and clogs factory, where the creepiest guy showed us how to carve the hole in a clog – he was seriously on some happy pills. And then his face is on the brochure and I almost tear up in laughter. No-one else managed to see this in there! Bought some smoked cheese on the basis I’d eat it before going home.

Wow, there’s so much I could say about Amsterdam, what an awesome place. After the first night that is. Went through the Red Light District and down Skinny Alley where all the expensive sex workers are – seeing them just stand behind their windows in suggestive lingerie one after the other was nuts. And then we went to a sex show. Thinking to myself ‘it’s just one of those things you have to do – when in Amsterdam…’ I walked out with two minds. The strippers were fine in their slight vulgarity, but live sex on stage (which I’d been warned about) was really discomforting. That's all I'll say about it.

The next day was more ‘normal’; did a bike tour around the city, which is built on canals – and to put the rumours straight I’m officially stating for the record I DID NOT CRASH INTO A CAR. After went to Anne Frank’s house where I gladly waited almost two hours to get in. Wow. After the emotion of Auschwitz a few days before, I didn’t expect as much here. Had tried reading it again but only got a ¼ through from the last week (bus time didn’t equal down time) so details were hazy for not having read it properly in so long. But as soon as I saw the pictures of film stars on the wallpaper it dawned on me I was standing where she’d slept, and written so much. Again, I tear up thinking about this. I was in tears for 99% of the rest of it. Seeing it and picturing it in my head was so unreal, but I forced myself just as I did with Auschwitz that it was real and that people were here. The window in the attic, the stove where the mothers would cook… unbelievable. Can’t believe some people don’t even know who she is. For goodness sake, brush up on your general knowledge – that makes me angry. Almost walked away with half the store but contained myself. It was so lovely to see the diary there in so many languages.

Found an orange feather boa for our last night out (being their national colour), discovered my first Episode store, and went in the Vincent Van Gogh museum which is pretty impressive. Canal cruise at dusk went mental (unlimited wine for an hour, you can imagine the line-up on the tiny boat), then first club went off. Second was a dud before heading home.

Last ride: slept for large part of it, which annoyed me because wanted to make the most of it. But the Backseat Bandits did encourage Amy to set a challenge, so before our stop in Bruges we’d named all the capital cities of our visited countries and figured out about half the flags for them. The stop was beautiful – I set off solo immediately to find Maccas as part of my Odyssey (seriously, I AM going to write a blog on that v.v.soon), but found a closed Tintin Shop – DEVO, another small goal shot, a great and cheap chocolatier and a castle that I reckon ¾ of the crew didn’t see. Busy place too, would’ve loved to spend more time there. In Bruges had played on the bus but didn’t watch it. Should have really, will make an effort. Dropped Jo off at the station after - sad because she was the first to go – it can’t be over! Then Paddy left us at the port and we really were going back to London. Everyone was pretty knackered on the ferry and so glad to get off we were the first bus packed and ready to go. Slept for a lot of that too.

Sad farewelling everyone; it was an absolutely amazing 24 days we had together and I miss every one of you still! But there’s still more of my trip to come… phew!