All posts tagged: Holiday

Kept Calm & Went to London

After weaving through 7 cities with Italian, French and German words thrown about our heads, London was a breath of fresh air as we bade language barriers goodbye. I loved every bit of this English city; from their quaint picture-perfect streets that hold the iconic  red telephone booths, post boxes and buses, to their beautiful British slang, musical theatre buildings and a personal favourite: the Union Jack. As stereotypical as it may sound, we did feel the constant need to zip away for scones and tea — though we didn’t. And most fortunately for us, the weather was not at all gloomy. It was perfect actually, at 18 degrees celsius, with the one-off drizzle on our first day. But that didn’t meddle with our plans at all since we spent the entire day along Oxford Street getting acquainted with the mega-mall, Primark. Where we stayed: My cousin’s apartment in Bloomsbury which meant saving on accommodation. Score. Nearest tube station: Russell Square which has 3 large and indispensable elevators because no one was going to walk up/down 175 …

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Thanks for Disneyland, Mr Walt Disney

When I tell you my day spent at Paris Disneyland was the happiest day yet, I don’t exaggerate. Contrary to exploring a city where unfamiliar surroundings felt unsettling at times, this theme park was one I had to resist prancing and twirling about with a face full of nothing but glee. I’d been to Disneyland before, though those memories reside in ball of fuzz, so this was a day to remember. And remember it I shall. I’ll remember riding that carousel wishing it went on and on. And I’ll definitely remember how vastly different Space Mountain 2 was from the original one I rode when I was nine – we might have gone close to parallel to the ground at some point. I’ll remember this little girl in Merida’s dress carried by her mom in front of me while we queued for a photo with Snow White, crying, and how another little girl slightly older than her in pink Minnie-wear came up to hold her hand. The tears stopped. It was the sweetest thing. Dumbledore, is …

Travel: Greetings, Munich.

Day 8: After we’d been thrown about in the ovens of Italy and the meat freezers of Switzerland, Munich was the start of the optimal climate. The kind that makes you want to take long walks along foot paths and glide through in a waltz with the gentle breeze brushing past your supple skin — which was pretty much all we did on our arrival day since we spent the bulk of it on the trains: Lauterbrunnen > Interlaken > Mannheim > Munich. Having set off at 8.50am, we finally found ourselves dragging our luggages along the wide-tiled pavements at around 5 in the evening — and making a “rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat” ruckus in the otherwise quiet & mildly populated streets to find our accommodation for the next 3 days. The moment we got off the tram, all the street names looked the same to me. All. I would have gone around in circles and be crying on my knees after 15 minutes like a lost kid circling around the fountain in a mall if not for …