I can now officially say I got sun-burnt in London. It sounds like a bad joke, but my arms and chest are lobster red after a day spent in a warm England sun. It was supposed to be 23°C today – a great way to start Wimbledon. Ruan and I donned shorts, sunglasses and sandals. I rose early…
I can get fat on gourmet food in London. The city seems to be bursting with markets, street vendors and restaurants wherever we turn. Delicious smells are always wafting through the air, seducing us. Freshly baked bread, crispy bacon, newly roasted coffee… this cacophony of scents attack your senses and you become drunk on the…
Last Saturday night we had ourselves a little treat. We had the privilege of a small group for Alice Underground – an interactive production that takes place in London’s old underground. Before we headed that way, They took us on a wild train rid to Koppaberg Urban Forest in Hackney Wick to dine. It was a hub of life, good…
The Isle of Skye is like a film set. It is quite fitting that Dave insists on playing movie soundtracks for much of our journey throughout the island. We climbed onto the island from the mainland using the Skye Bridge. We arrive early afternoon, so we spent the rest of the day exploring the Isle….
It’s hard to believe a city crammed with 8.6 million people can be a lonely place. I guess that is the reason every advertising break on TV includes adds for Love Match and Lovoo to “share moments, events and photos with people nearby“. It can be quite a culture shock at first. Getting lonely in London?…
We are horribly late. We stumbled onto the Waterloo train station which was unlike any we had seen before. It was buzzing with people, stores, sights and sounds. It is the Royal Ascott horse race this week, so women were elegantly garbed and sported sun hats. Men were similarly distinguished, wearing top hats and tailcoats…
The cooler weather pushed us indoors today, so we flocked to the famous British museums with hundreds of other tourists, tour groups and children on school outings. We woke early, packed lunch and set off to South Kensington for our history lesson. Surviving the Tube I’m trying to wrap my mind around the underground etiquette….
It’s light dreadfully early. The sun illuminates my room well before 5 am. For a morning person, it is like a siren going off. I usually drag my tired body out of bed to keep my cousin company downstairs while he entertains the little ball of fur. The plan for today was to be rustig. We had…
The air in London tastes different. It sticks more to the tongue than the dry air in South Africa, but it is not as thick as the air in Muscat. Signs and stores sped by on the underground that were entirely unfamiliar. My eyes were searching for signals of familiarity, something my eyes could recognise….
