Wazza's European Adventures

So here I am. Back again, looking backwards to my European Adventure. I was, looking back, one hell of an adventure. Next post please!

Wednesday, 29th of June, 2016

I woke up with a slight chill, only to realise that I had the window open. It was still kinda cold for me... 19 degrees Celsius and people were walking around with tank tops on! I still wasn't used to it, but I found out that English summer is very, Very different. I mean, 23 degrees and people were literally stripping off, sweating like it was the middle of the Sahara. And the looks I got from the locals, like I'd bumped my head whilst trying to open a car door with my head... yeeeahhh, nanananaaaa....

I had breakfast - a couple of pieces of toast with Vegemite - would you believe it, I found it in the shops - and then went upstairs to have a shower and got ready before Brian dropped me to the train station. 

So on the train, again. It was refreshing to see other scenery, instead of the, not drab, but repetitive scenes and scenery of the Fremantle to Perth line, or the Armadale, and Joondalup to Perth lines, in which I had once lived down. There was miles and miles of fields and farming. The setup and planning here was amazing. In a country with 68 million people, there was still giant areas of rural areas, fields and farms, sometimes to as far as the eye could see. And then suddenly, over a hill or around a corner, there would be a small town or village, with a quaint name or two...

And the areas, or borough's as the English call them, are things like Nazeing, Hertford Heath, and Cheshunt, or Bayfordbury...

Anyway - travelling from Harlow to London was fun. I didn't really do it that much on this adventure, really. I realised that I had seen much of London when I was much younger, so I decided this time to see the family then see more of the country, which I eventually did... Just keeping reading the blog!

Got to London - went to Shoreditch and had breakfast number 2 with my younger cousin Romelle, who'd been there for 2 years, and was actually leaving to go home in a couple of weeks. 

We had a great breakfast. It was an Indian restaurant with a twist. I can't remember - no it was an Indian Fusion restaurant. That's the one. It was called DISHOOM, and it is worth going there. One hundred percent. It was fantastic. I wanted to eat more. I had a different kind of bacon and eggs, with a naan, or a paratha, or something. It was absolutely delicious, and I loved the freshly squeezed orange juice. 3 glasses necked!

It was about 10:30am when I gave her a big hug, and continued on for some of the sights that I wanted to see this time around. 

I managed to walk no more than like, 700 metres, when I came across a pub. I needed a beer. And it was pretty early for one, unless you're Irish. So I had one. I'm not Irish, but relatives are, so that counted.

This was a pretty busy day! I just had a look at my timeline... I'm gonna have to put up some photos! I'll be back soon!