November 24, 2009
Journeygasm: The Europeaning - Week 1
So myself and two of my best friends have set out from the Australian summer into the European winter for two months backpacking. The following will be the recollected journal of our trip:
We left Brisbane on Tuesday, after a fantastic farewell BBQ and a loving send off from the airport. We had three flights to catch, Brisbane -> Singapore -> Frankfurt -> London. The first was with Qantas and was about 8 hours. This was pretty easy to deal with (aside from myself being sick with a cold which was just wonderful to be stuck in a pressurised tin can hurtling through the air for hours on end) as Qantas has on demand in flight entertainment with every seat, so caught a few movies and TV shows. Got into Singapore, walked around what was essentially the same dozen or so stores, repeated again and again throughout a massive terminal. We found a quiet nook and enjoyed the ability to lay down. At this stage I discovered that both my international sim card didn’t work in my Iphone, and my international mastercard didn’t work either. So, we left Singapore after a 4 hour stop over into a Lufthansa flight for the next 14 hour flight.
At this point it should be noted that Lufthansa sucks. They didn’t have TV in every seat, they had ancient CRT monitors in the aisles that played disney movies. So the only entertainment we had was counting the threads in the back of the seat in front of us and wondering how hard it would be to open the emergency exit out of sheer bordom. Luckily we managed to pass out at some point and get some intermittant sleep. We got into Frankfurt, walked around for an hour to stretch our legs and got onto the next flight to London, which was delayed for a couple of hours. Much to my relief, entering into the UK was much easier than I remember from my previous horrific experiences. After almost 24 hours of travelling we had arrived in London, we took the tube to the station closest to our hostel, and we walked in to see our long lost mate Rhys at the front desk. We then spent the rest of the day at the closest English pub, enjoying the company of our old friend and struggling to stay awake long enough to get in sync with the day/night cycle of London.
Thursday, we went on a free walking tour of London, very touristy but interesting, even met a Brissie girl on the tour which was ironic that we travelled half way round the world to meet more Australians. In the afternoon we retired to a pub to rest our weary feet, at this stage my travel money card still wasn’t working, thankfully I had my friends I could lean on for day to day expenses. We then went back to the hostel to have a few more drinks with Rhys and met an awesome french dude called Axel Baron (possibly the most badass name since Max Steel). Turns out that he was basically us except french and we proceeded to hang with him throughout the week.
Friday we headed to the British Musuem. Wow. That place was incredible. You could spend days in that place and still not see everything, simply amazing. After we tired of seeing things ancient and dead corpses through security windows we then went out to a pub with Rhys & Axel for Friday night drinks. It started off well, with decent music, but then progressed into shitty pop music as the night wore on. But it was a good time, with much merriment to be had.
Saturday we walked up and down Oxford Street in search of a Games Workshop in which I could grab a few more Gaunts Ghosts books. We met the manager of the store, who recollected the events of the Horus Heresy with much fervour, even shouting and creating sound effects. This guy was King of the Nerds, he was the walking Warhammer 40,000 version of Wookiepedia - while extremely interesting, everything contained within is extremely redundant to real life. We then hit up the Camden markets in the afternoon with Rhys and Axel. I really wished Mandy was here, as the markets went on forever and there was some really great stuff that we both would have enjoyed, including an underground raver fashion outlet called Cyberdog that was simply amazing. Everything was techno, they sold everything from flashing raver goggles to raver phat pants to lava lamps. At the markets Karl and Steve both bought some trenchcoats, belts & woolen clothes from the military surplus stores, so now when we’re out and about they look like a couple of deserters from a variety of European armies.
We were then exceptionally tired by the time we were to head off to the Matter club at the O2 in London for Infected Mushroom. But we headed round to Phil & Maz’s place beforehand and were welcomed to them and their friends graciously. We then took cabs into the O2, which consisted of a giant statdium surrounded by clubs, pubs, shopping districts and long walk ways (holy hell that place is huge, we barely saw a tenth of it). We then had our first taste of what a real club should be like and it was amazing. The place was separated into two sections, and the smaller second room was almost as big as the family on its own. The main room was impressive, no expense was spared with the O2, and in the Matter club, everything was great, the lights (they had strobes in platforms in the floor to illuminate the main floor dancers in time with the music), the sound (loud but clear) and even the bathrooms (cool hand dryers that you place your hands inside and are dried within seconds). Infected Mushroom played just short of two hours, starting at 2:50pm and not once did they stop for a break, they mixed their songs into one another so they literally played an hour and forty minute song, with an encore at the end, every second of it the crowd was dancing and loving it, it was fantastic. The last gig I saw them at, put them at my number 2 spot (just behind Daft Punk’s Alive tour) of the most awesome gigs I’ve seen, they easily beat it. It was amazing. It was a fantastic night that we all enjoyed, we then headed back with Phil & Maz to their place and whiled away the morning. Taking the tube home was somewhat interesting as all of us were practically falling asleep. Almost missed our stops. Sunday involved sleep and lots of it. Axel left to go home that day and saw us off in our exhausted daze as we were about to pass out. Would gladly hang with that guy again in the future if we ever get the chance.
Today is Monday and we have used today to do some much needed washing and general internet research on where we want to go next. We leave for Paris via the Eurostar on Thursday morning and have booked into a hostel for a couple of nights there, then onto Luxembourg to catch Prodigy. We may be heading out into countryside England to see something, but we’ve yet to decide what. However today my travel money card was finally fixed up and I got my Iphone unlocked to allow my global sim card. We will be heading out tonight to a nice place for dinner to celebrate.
- Anyone care to guess where we are?
- Us honouring the Australian War Memorial
- Axel & Karl
- Just one wall of the mammoth British Museum.
- Cooking with Rhys
- The Assyrian God & his Man-Purse
- Karl is indifferent to monuments.
- Karl respecting the Monarchy.
- All are hoping the person taking this picture won't steal our camera.
- Myself & Steve @ British Museum.
- Simpleton. Evil Genius. Retard. In that order.
- Posing Westminster Style
- Pub Crawl Group
- Axel, Rhys & Steve
- Karl explains something with conviction
- Karl & Jarrad at Pub Visit
- Steve at Pub Visit
- Riding the Tube
- Sleepy Steve At Singapore
- Us in London























