If you’ve ever asked yourself where all the birds went after Hitchcock finished filming – it’s Liberty Island. The seagulls here are EVIL. I just helped one free itself from under a chair and he tried to peck my hand off, and then peck a whole lot of other seagulls as soon as he … Continue reading the bigger apple
What a waste of a day. I woke up at 5am Rome time yesterday, and I got to this hostel about 24 hours later. Our flight got delayed for 6 hours which meant that I missed the Iron and Wine gig I booked ages ago and they’ll probably never come to Perth. The flight … Continue reading big apple
Thanks for the free tickets to the Vatican, Linda – if that’s even your real name – Maloney. She must be an older lady because everyone on the bus was over 60 and the only guy that looked around my age was wearing pleated pants, so he doesn’t count. The first stop we made was … Continue reading the grand popo
I am not the only one that sings ‘hits’ from around the globe. The guy behind me was whistling Nessun Dorma today, and doing really well but he went sharp on the pivotal note and everybody was annoyed because we’d invested so much time in him. RIP Roger Whittaker – they can take your … Continue reading when in rome
DAY TEN I hope that dear girl made it to Rome – I can’t imagine what the beds must have been like in second class, because I was in the best they had, and it was pretty bad. I was sharing with five other oldies but goodies, and they were so excited to get … Continue reading Train baa baa barbaric
DAY NINE Versailles was amazing! I stayed there for half a day and probably saw a tenth of what there was to see, but too much has been going on for retrospectives I’ve been humming La vie en rose all day. I’ve hummed it on the Champs Elysees where I alternated between that and Aux … Continue reading Au revoir gay paris
DAY SEVEN and EIGHT Farewell Zloty. I’m at Chateau de Versailles, the brainchild of Louis 14th – a pretty decent guy who liked wearing silk pants and curling his hair – and I’ve just spent 8 bucks on a coke. It’s outrageous, but then everything else here is too – you could spend … Continue reading Outer paris
DAY SIX I think I might be trying to cover up how upset I am about the busking. I felt a little sad when when I looked at my speakers today; at what I’d thought was going to be a great little bunsen burner money earner – you live and learn. I got an early … Continue reading an australian in paris
DAY FIVE I went on my first ever guided travel tour today and I kind of get why people sell out now. It was glorious getting driven to Auschwitz having an amazing, organised tour and then getting taken home. No hassle. Nothing beats the feeling of finding some place on your own, but this … Continue reading vodka for everyvun!!
DAY FOUR There are only two types of tourists. Bad tourists, and really bad tourists. Hopefully I’m just a bad tourist. I got up at six this morning to catch the sunset on Charles Bridge – a lot like the narrows, and waited – nobly – until 9am to get a coffee because I … Continue reading Prague Two
