'Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.'
I guess in this context I'm the dude out on the water. Fortunately my hydrophobia is non existant these days. The second bit I'll bring to the page is, considering the places I've seen with my own eyes in the past twoish months, all I can really add is, 'DID THAT JUST HAPPEN?!'
First I want to say that my faith in the London accommodation scene has been restored in full. I think this had a lot to do with the YHA having a reception desk and the right idea about cleaning the place up each and every day. The hostel is also very close to Primrose Hill which I'll sit upon for my final sunrise in this city I like TOO much. Amsterdam will probably call me a whore for saying this but MEH!
Add to that, I met some Aussies, dude of which had the same surname as myself. Definitely surprising. Things got a little spooky when his partner mentioned MY sister by name (they used to work together) which made me realise we'd been in the same room as each other. The world is shrinkin!
I caught the big red bus for the first time and did a lap of the city with the Underground and my feet getting me from A to B. They didn't hurt at all so thank **** for that! Fish and chips were had and a trip to the Sherlock Holmes Museum was taken. A few treats for myself and the little people who call me uncle were purchased as well. For those wondering flashy London train stations are a promising source of expensive souvenirs.
Two months rocking a backpack was a big ask and it most definitely brought out the worst in me (having two Spanish anxiety attacks is something I won't wish on anyone), but also my optimistic side. When in doubt of the steps I was going to take I reminded myself of what I'd find on the other end. Who I'll meet. I've met some amazing people and caught up with some I haven't seen in so long. They brought the positivos (except for those people) and I couldn't be more grateful. This post is for them!
For almost a month or so now I've told myself that I'll never spend an extended amount of time outside of Australia again; there's so much attached that I just don't want to deal with like bank shit and the Portuguese demanding to know why I'm not going to Portugal (seriously!) This I didn't promise to myself because those little things have a tendancy to shatter.
NEXT TIME (2018)
Berlin, Germany (Black Forest, LISA!!!)
The Netherlands (Cathy, Dennis and kids, Amsterdam, everywhere I didn't see last time)
Belgium (Yann and Sandra, hopefully!!!)
England (places and awesome people)
Scotland (because I can!!!)
Iceland (the Riley Blue spots, Northern Lights and others)
Anything in brackets are a priority, and for those curious I'm more than happy to repeat things in a European winter. Berlin will be the first stop considering I've been kicking myself for not doing it this time. I'm fun like that... and mental. I hope you've enjoyed these words on location... as have I... and I look forward to doing again.