20.04.12 - LONDON
Today I died and went to heaven...for about and hour and a half...one
of the highlights of my trip so far...the shoe section of Harrods.
Today I held in my arms shoes that I couldn't even dream of, and I vow that if I ever win lotto that I am getting on a jet plane and spending $20,000 on 6-7 pairs of the most incredible heels ever.
Every designer you can imagine was there in all its glory including the likes of Jimmy Choo, Alexander Mcqueen, Prada, Chanel, and Gucci. And then I saw them, the most incredible pair in the entire room, they were Gucci, they were 1500 pounds and they nearly brought a tear to my eye I wanted them so badly. Nude coloured satin encrusted with tiny light blue swavroski crystal diamantes all the way down the heel also, just beautiful. Then as I held them in my hands, wearing my little blue backpack, puffy jacket and geeky traveling/walking shoes on, the assistant came over to me and asked if I was ok, I said that I was in heaven and clearly my accent meant he had no idea what I said and just stared back, so I said it again, still no response, then the third time was just awkward and the moment was lost but I said it anyway and he finally got it, smiled and walked away.
Today I held in my arms shoes that I couldn't even dream of, and I vow that if I ever win lotto that I am getting on a jet plane and spending $20,000 on 6-7 pairs of the most incredible heels ever.
Every designer you can imagine was there in all its glory including the likes of Jimmy Choo, Alexander Mcqueen, Prada, Chanel, and Gucci. And then I saw them, the most incredible pair in the entire room, they were Gucci, they were 1500 pounds and they nearly brought a tear to my eye I wanted them so badly. Nude coloured satin encrusted with tiny light blue swavroski crystal diamantes all the way down the heel also, just beautiful. Then as I held them in my hands, wearing my little blue backpack, puffy jacket and geeky traveling/walking shoes on, the assistant came over to me and asked if I was ok, I said that I was in heaven and clearly my accent meant he had no idea what I said and just stared back, so I said it again, still no response, then the third time was just awkward and the moment was lost but I said it anyway and he finally got it, smiled and walked away.
Had to purchase something in Harrods, so I went to the makeup section in
search for MAC, got myself some new foundation and a new bright red lipstick.
Cracks me up when you go into the produce section of Harrods, where you
can buy your onions and potatoes etc, for about 3 times the price you would
normally pay, and there were clearly people with way too much money doing their
weekly grocery shop there, obscene.
A friend told me that the staff at Harrods enter the building through
tunnels from another building close by, they then go into hair & makeup
plus there is a tailor there too for any last minute adjustments, I do have to
say though that all the staff look immaculate.
Popped in to the science museum for a nosy, killed an hour or so and
there were some interesting things in there, heaps of space travel stuff, really
interactive as well but all in all it wasn’t as great as I thought it was going
to be.
It had 4 levels, the last was called ‘The Future’, and all it was was 3
round tables with projector images on them telling you about ideas of the
future like tiny robots you swallow and they go directly to the place that
needs fixing, like a cancer tumour and they will remove all the cancerous cells
without damaging any other healthy cells in the future.
That evening I caught the tube to Notting Hill and met up with Josh &
Monique, went to a local pub that had a Thai restaurant out the back. They put
a time limit of an hour on your seats cause they are so busy, I asked for a
Chicken Green Curry, the lady brought me a Red Curry and when I said about it
she got all upset and was saying how I ordered number 20 and that is the Red
Curry. I tried to say that I didn’t even use a number nor did I even look at
the number and she basically said that I had to have it ha, it was great
anyway.
21.04.2012 - LONDON
It was the weekend which meant I got to hang with Sam, Lydia & Mel
properly which was great, we went to Camden markets which were as brilliant as
they were 10 years ago, then went out to lunch.
Finally found amazing coffee and where do you have to go to get it? A NZ
owned restaurant that roast their own coffee onsite, I guess they arrived at
the same conclusion I did and figured that to get good coffee you have to make
it yourself. So it’s definitely worth the tube to Old Street, its tucked down a
side street, but its called Ozone, with Kiwi staff and amazing food (I had the
steak sandwich). They also have an awesome cocktail, blood orange snow cone in
a glass with a double shot of manuka
honey 42 below to pour over the top, totes making that one when I get back
home.
On a quest to find this minotaur Dad was telling me about lead us to
Postmans Park near St Pauls, I googles Minotuar Sculpture London and for some
reason it came up with this park, there was no minotaur there, however there
was a big wall with plaques from back in the late 1800’s to memorialise people
who gave their lives to save anothers. For example people that had drowned
while trying to save someone, or a man pulling 11 people out of a house fire
only to succumb to the fire himself.
So will need to look further into where this minotaur could be so I can
find it when I’m back in London.
Had some drinks at home then headed off to The Duck to have farewell
drinks for Andy Smith (Faz) who is returning to NZ soon. Had an awesome night
out, the pub closed at midnight thank god cause I needed to be up at 4am to
catch a taxi to the airport. The previous night I double checked my flight
details cause for some reason I thought I was flying at 9amish, and I got an
email the other day saying that BA is looking forward to seeing me at 7am on
Sunday, I figured they meant check in. Anyway, I found that I was in fact
flying at 7.10am, which meant I needed to be at Heathrow for 5am, with no tubes
running then I would need a taxi, there goes 30 pounds I won’t see again, could
have bought more MAC with that.
Got back to the flat and on the menu was toast with peanut butter &
cheese, cheers Sam for introducing me to that, mowed a few slices then had to
say my goodbyes to everyone as I was getting up in 3 hours time.
Had a wicked time staying with Sam & Lyds, amazing hosts and made
life while in London so easy, I couldn’t have asked for more and I thank them
heaps for everything, hope I can repay the favour sometime.
22.04.2012 - ISTANBUL
Not sure what it is about Kiwi’s but they look a certain way, take away
the Kathmandu puffy jackets, the NZ themed T-shirts and hoodies & the
greenstones, they still look like Kiwi’s, especially the guys. So they were
everywhere, along with the Aussies, taking over terminal 5 at Heathrow all
catching the same flight to Istanbul. It felt like I was back in NZ, that was
until I got a coffee and was thrown back into the reality of being in London.
So with my Bulmers Cider hangover and terrible coffee I boarded the
plane, sitting next to a Kiwi girl of course, her name was Claire. Hoping to
get a bit of shut eye during the 3hr 15min flight, the screaming baby two rows
in front of me, she screamed and screamed and would not let up, and we hadn’t
even taken off yet. Then her 2 year old sister decided that she needed to join
in but had to make sure she was louder and produce a more ear piercing scream,
awesome, the little men inside my head that were already hammering away then
got their jackhammers out.
Time passed relatively quickly considering the noise pollution, also
magically managed to get a 20min nap in which was an unexpected bonus, flying
into Istanbul is really lovely, the country side is beautiful and really green
this time of year.
If you are a kiwi then getting into Istanbul is just as easy as if you
were a local, no need to get any visas, just walk straight on through, the
Aussies and Kiwi’s were separated at this point cause they all needed to go buy
visas where as us kiwis got through way quicker.
Collecting baggage was funny, it was a case of spot the non-kathmandu
pack, and you had to double check your baggage tags to make sure you hadn’t
picked up someone elses pack.
No customs, well there was a red and a green door but just like in London
no-one was even standing there, go through the big doors and there was a wall
of peoples names in front of me so just had to start at one end and work my way
down to try and spot my name eventually found it and the lovely man to pick me
up took me to where the rest of my group being picked up today were, had to
wait here while he tried to find the last girl. So it was then that I met Liz
& Brian from Australia, who have spent the past 3 weeks traveling around
heaps of real interesting places including Israel, however they wouldn’t
recommend going there, just a nightmare with security everywhere. The weather
is gorgeous, just like it is in Nelson when I left, not too hot but real sunny
and the same feel in the air.
The last girl didn’t end up showing so we left, took about 40 minutes to
get to the hotel from the airport in crazy traffic for 1pm. The city is way
greener than I had imagined and a lot cleaner, there are tulips everywhere at
the moment leading up to their tulip festival next week, so there is heaps of
colour around. There are loads of parks throughout the suburbs and city, and
the locals make the most of it and there are heaps of families enjoying the sun
in the park. There are mosques everywhere, and they are stunning, some are
absolutely massive and stick so clear up out of the skyline, not many high
buildings so the towers are clear to see for miles.
I got dropped off at my hotel and Liz & Brian then got taken to their
hotel, tried to have an hours sleep before I was to be picked up again to be
taken to the conference about the tour but was too excited I think although I
was so tired and starving. Got picked up and went to the conference which was
awesome, a Turkish man gave us all a run down on the story of what happened and
it was so interesting, then he went through where we are going and what we are
going to see along the way, Shrapnel Valley cemetery is right in the middle of
things so it’ll be super easy to get to. The whole tour is so well organised,
everything has been thought of and we basically just need to turn up, the
guides are super lovely and are funny people, great sense of humour here.
Have the room were silver tops from Australia, who clearly didn’t look
into what they were signing up for before they came out to this. The questions
from them were unreal, and they all had horrified looks on their faces when
they were told about sleeping out on the grass, about how far we will have to
walk from the bus to the service area etc, it was really funny, I just hope
they do cope and don’t cause too many dramas. But we later found out that they
are going to be on a different bus to my group which was awesome to hear.
The sun was setting as we drove back from the conference, and the sight
was spectacular, gutted I couldn’t stop for a photo but the sun put bright
pinks and oranges across the city and the light and colour bounced off all the
mosques and the city looked like it was out of a fairy tale.
Found 2 more people that are staying at my hotel tonight, Mark from Oz
who lives with his wife Jenny from Germany in Germany.!
After the conference, I was dying for something to eat so Mark, Jenny and
I went walking the streets for some elephants foot, or if you aren’t my Dad, a
kebab. Didn’t have to walk far before we were accosted and sat down at seats
outside this shop, lovely people, just pushy when it comes to wanting to sell
you something. I ordered a mixed kebab, chicken & lamb, cause that was the
favourite of the waiter, cost me 10TL, Mark got the same and Jenny got a salad.
The meat was super tasty, however I still would rate Akbabas on Bridge Street
as still better. The kebab here was served completely open, well the meat,
lettuce, tomato and rice was on a plate and the just had a piece of folded flat
bread sitting on top of the plate. Mark and I didn’t quite know how to go about
eating it, we just did the best we could but there was no sauce on it so was
pretty dry, it was tasty and after not eating anything since 7am on the plane I
would have eaten anything. After dinner we went for a beer, not sure of the
kind of beer it was we just ordered ‘Beer’, cost us 7TL for a pint and it was
great. Got to know Mark & Jenny a bit better, she is in her final year of
becoming a vet and Mark is working in a bar in Berlin and reckons that even if
you cant speak German that I would have no trouble finding bar work there if I
wanted to work for a bit.
Now I’m back in my room about to hit the hay, up at 6.30am, going to be a
long day, about 5 hours drive to Gallipoli from here and if the driving is as
crazy on the way there as it was today then maybe it’ll be a bit longer, they
are truly mental, all the cars have at least one dent in them.
So excited to be here, its an incredible city and its so surreal that I’m
in it, bring on tomorrow.
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