Okay, so I’m still here! It’s been a month and I’ve been busy enjoying life and trying to make it as action packed as possible. So busy infact, that I haven’t been writing! As it turns out living la chouette vie is more important than writing about it!

London (Londres). Let me start by saying how fantastic it was to see Jesse and Helen (my brother and sister who live in London), and my friends Renata, Sharne and Malcolm again, that was TOPS! Initially though, I wanted to go back to Paris….

I must mention now, I’m bashing out this post tout de suite and won’t have time to check it for errors/typos :p

I managed to get onto the plane with my big tramping pack, I was chasing the clock to the airport and couldn’t see a check-in counter anywhere. I already had my electronic boarding pass so I just lined up for the flight and took it on with me! The airhosts gave me a funny look but didn’t say anything (ripper!). I hit the tarmac in London an got stuck behind a plane load of asians at immigration (yay). They were all shuffled through the health inspection door and I was soon greeted by Jess and Ren at the arrival gate.

Two trains later we were walking to Jester’s house. That was the first and last time I fly to London, next time I’d take the train. Why piss about with flying,5hours for the whole drama when you could take the Eurostar (train) and be at Waterloo station in 2hrs15min!

We missioned it into the central city to meet up with Sharne and Malcolm for drinks and dinner. It was FANTASTIC, my old buddy from uni days, brother, sister and friends sharing a few pints on the side side of the world.

So what did I think of London? Not a lot really, though I’m told ‘It grows on you’. As I mentioned, it was great seeing everyone again but London didn’t really blow me away. I had been thinking about moving there but it was a lot different to what I expected. Everybody was speaking English, I know you might be thinking “no shit” but seriously it was weird for me I’ve got used to hearing French everywhere. I also didn’t realise just how big London was, waaaay bigger than Paris!

What I loved: The market Jess took me too on Saturday morning, chowing down a bacon roll while nursing a slightly sore/tired head. Seeing everyone!!! The food I ate, brilliant curries!

What I didn’t like: It felt like everyone were drones, ants in an ant farm. The size of the city. The fact that everyone spoke English and not French :p

Would I live there? Maaaaaayyyybbbeeeee

I came back to Paris and it hit me, this is my home now, I know more people here than I’ve known in any other place on this planet. I was standing outside Norte Dame yesterday in the sun, clear blue sky, crisp air as winter is nearing. I thought to myself “Shit, I live in Paris!!! HOW GOOD IS THIS!?!?!!”. I think it’s important to think about stuff like that on a regular basis. I’ve had this revelation before in Paris, I had it in Sydney too and probably Auckland aswell. I was speaking with Trev yesterday and he said “I think that sometimes too, ‘I live in the sounds, how neat is that’ “. He’s right too, the Marlbourough sounds is a bloody good place to live. The air is certainly clearer than it is in Paris, but Paris certainly has it’s beauty too.

I’ve got more to tell but the rest can go in the next post, I’ll write it now and post it later in the week.

(Me outside Notre Dame yesterday afternoon)

(Ren, Helen, Jess, Sharne, Malcolm, Ben, Sharne’s brother)

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