Au voir Paris

I must apologise before I get any further, yesterday's attempt at a blog was useless. I accept responsibility simply lay it down to it being 11.30 at night, consuming a lot of champagne at Moulin Rouge, and simply pure unadulterated laziness. But in saying that, I really need to give further explanation about the Moulin Rouge and some of the small things that made the evening!

 The Moulin Rouge was a glitz and glamour affair,we had our own waiters to attend to our needs, by the by there were some serious cuties with their bonjours and small smiles. We had a front row table for the evening, with a lovely very very American mother, Timmy,  and her two teenage kids. We also had a couple of older Aussies, and a Olympic tae quan do official and his shrink wife, and two more plebs I didn't know, but all in all a delightful mix. 

Small observation for those of you, like me, who had no idea that the Moulin Rouge was boobs, boobs, throw in a g-string, more boobs. I was surprised therefore that none of the old folk had heart attacks. Dead set at least 70% of the attendance was people over 55 years old. Gee. 

However in saying this, the opening music, delicious salmon entree, a yummy veal main, and strawberry slice for desert was a scrumptious combination. The show itself was a constant stream of surprises, the men were hunks, however some of those costumes and dancing manuervers make you question which team they're batting for. Just saying. 

But now back to today, what lovely day it has been. With a delightful sleep-in, again, we got up, dressed and hit up a cute little brasserie called Pauls. Really reasonably priced and yummy, sat down and eavesdropped on the Americans conversation beside us, "I can't believe the culture shock honey, the beggars, there's just so many. I don't like it", ah silly American, news flash beggars are everywhere in the world, no point hiding from them. 

Then we conquered the bike rental system, managed to get pulled over by the police. Fun times, don't try biking down a busy one way street. The French are truly crazy drivers. Jess had a couple near misses with buses, we were slightly out of our league!

 Then we trotted off to Notre Dame, this was mind blowing. The ageless beauty was astounding, what was also astounding was the ques, over my dead body were Jess and I going to be joining the ranks of those idiots. The line was honestly a good 400 metres long and not moving. No thanks honey.

 We then continued our ride aimlessly though Paris and ended up outside a Beauty salon where we treated ourselves. I now have a lovely bright pink manicure and Jess received a slightly useless massage. 

From there, chatting up the administrator we got good directions to the next destination. This gorgeous old cathedral over looking Paris. It was a lovely ride, it did however feel as if we were in the ghetto neighbourhood, and slightly worried we'd been sent to be raped and murdered, but clearly seen as I'm typing this neither of these things occurred. Phew, relief. However we saw some bargains anparis, notre dame, biking, d bought some beautiful paintings! I can't wait to show you all my watercolour collection! 

And now here I am lying in bed having a quick siesta before we head out for dinner, our last night in Paris. What an adventure. 

London Baby!

So right this moment it is 10.32pm and I am sitting on the floor in our London apartment while restoring my computer and recovering from the trip here!

Here's how the last 48 hours have spent.

 Saturday morning up and adam, say bye to the family and best friend, drive to perth with the Mum, Dad and littlest brother at this stage , Mum is not feeling to crash hot so we have to practically drug her up so she is able to board the flight. A promising start to our adventure.

Next after actually receiving great service and comfort in our flight from Perth to Singapore with Qantas airline, we do a quick little dash to our next gate. however a small problem i encounter one downloading the ebook of 50 shades of gray. Which i now consider to simply be a porno book, about a deranged man that is a complete wack job and needs to betaken down a peg or two. Secondly when we (My Mum and I) arrived in SIngapore my phone was still not working so i restored my entire settings, and am currently now fixing my phone and getting it in a functioning condition!


Next off we arrived in New Delhi. Yay we slept in these pods:

But they really felt like:

 However in saying that it was exactly what we needed some privacy and  a bed to get a bit of zzz's. Secondly at the moment India's Ghandi International Airport rates as the worst airport I have ever been to. It lacked the simple essential, yes it was glitzy and glamourous but not having a single atm in the departure/duty free hall, and then on top of that having no currency exchange centre. COme on. India step up.  But we did get foot massages and they were heavenly if slightly painful at times!

then a long journey from Delhi to London, and can i just say it has been a long time since i have seen an air hostess be so stroppy and impatient, but i give her congrats on keeping up that attitude for the entire trip. Plus another fun fact from that flight is that my chair was broken, and on sets in planes as most of you would know there is a button that you press that allows you to lean your chair back. My button did not work. My chair just slide back on it's on accord, quite a horrible predicament for the lovely lady sitting behind me.

Then to finish off this update i can quite proudly say Mum and I caught the heathrow express to Paddington station, then the circular train to Victoria station, then walked to the business to get our apartment keys, then to our apartment without once getting lost or robbed :)

 Always a positive now to sleep and get ready for a massive day tomorrow!

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