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good to see it's 6:18am and i don't even feel like sleeping, got home tonight at about 3 after leaving heathrow wednesday at 2.30pm...fair friggin journey and we actually had a good plane for the london to dubai leg of the trip, like i'm talking on demand little tv screen with arrested devlopment, 8 everybody hates chris episodes, world cup games etc etc. we were 1 row back from first class (which had a giant screen in the seat and a palm pilot thing!??11) however for the dubai to melbourne leg it was back to shitty boeing 777 with the most technogical thing being a video tape player in our seats and a crappy screen.
anyway seeing the bright lights of melbourne from the plane is "amazing" and it feels even better that you probably won't have to worry about flying anywhere overseas for a long time...to be honest flying scared the shit out of me for the most part and how's how the worst "turbulence" was over broken hill after about a combined total 40 hours in the air over about a million countries.
the trip:
flew in one of these (sort of...just missing two engines)
from melbourne to singapore then to dubai:
there's moi in the totally fucking sweet emirates lounge, so much food there....from there on we went to rome stayed a night in a glorified backpackers/hotel called hotel giada (still was close to 120-150 euros a night) and watched italy steal a win from australia...wish the commentators spoke english though, was also pretty interesting how big the italian football scandal was in the news.
the next day we boarded the ship from Civitavecchia to set sail for Livorno/Florence. here's some shit pics of the ship:
the rooms weren't very big:
here's florence and some fake statue or something:
sorry about the shit photos, it's probably either the wrong camera setting or smog
the next day was cannes/monaco/monte carlo:
now these three places were the 3rd most impressive thing about the trip, the next ports we stopped at were barcelona, malaga, gibraltor. there's not much to report on these places cos we didn't do any tours and only went into the main shopping districts of each town, although i did find a hardcore shop in barcelona which was pretty sweet, as i walked in they had integrity playing, lolz euros. again smog was featured prominately in these places.
I bought a fender acoustic in lisbon portugal then the next port was spain..again...the ship stopped there 4 times as we were supposed to go to casablanca but that was cancelled due to sea pirates, so it's safe to say i'm pretty sick of me ole mate christophers place of "death".
haven't got a photo for spain but this could be one so i'll put it out there:
the next few days were the best part of the trip, the reason for this was it was almost time to go home and i went on a normandy war tour which was freaking sweet. saw the yank memorial, walked on omaha beach, went to a german battery (which was the only involvement 'straya had in d-day...even though there involvement was pre bombing this battery) and saw two yanks fall flat on their asses. fucking awesome day...haven't got photos cos mum took the camera to paris on the same day. i'm sure if you watch saving private ryan and band of brothers you can sort of get the idea though, what was funny though that omaha beach is just a mad roota beach now, dudes and sheilors just chilling out sunbaking where a million u.s. troops died 60 years earlier.
from normandy on the ship went to rotterdam (didn't get to amsterdam unfortunately) and zebrugge then onto london. now i'm home and even though it's only been 3 weeks i actual didn't recognise my room after being stuck in a dungeon on the ship without a window.
oh well that's the end of overseas travel for me for a while i think and what makes it even better is that i didn't have to pay a cent for any of this. lolz.
p.s. if you're wondering why the bolded words are there you should read this:
anyway seeing the bright lights of melbourne from the plane is "amazing" and it feels even better that you probably won't have to worry about flying anywhere overseas for a long time...to be honest flying scared the shit out of me for the most part and how's how the worst "turbulence" was over broken hill after about a combined total 40 hours in the air over about a million countries.
the trip:
flew in one of these (sort of...just missing two engines)
from melbourne to singapore then to dubai:
there's moi in the totally fucking sweet emirates lounge, so much food there....from there on we went to rome stayed a night in a glorified backpackers/hotel called hotel giada (still was close to 120-150 euros a night) and watched italy steal a win from australia...wish the commentators spoke english though, was also pretty interesting how big the italian football scandal was in the news.
the next day we boarded the ship from Civitavecchia to set sail for Livorno/Florence. here's some shit pics of the ship:
the rooms weren't very big:
here's florence and some fake statue or something:
sorry about the shit photos, it's probably either the wrong camera setting or smog
the next day was cannes/monaco/monte carlo:
now these three places were the 3rd most impressive thing about the trip, the next ports we stopped at were barcelona, malaga, gibraltor. there's not much to report on these places cos we didn't do any tours and only went into the main shopping districts of each town, although i did find a hardcore shop in barcelona which was pretty sweet, as i walked in they had integrity playing, lolz euros. again smog was featured prominately in these places.
I bought a fender acoustic in lisbon portugal then the next port was spain..again...the ship stopped there 4 times as we were supposed to go to casablanca but that was cancelled due to sea pirates, so it's safe to say i'm pretty sick of me ole mate christophers place of "death".
haven't got a photo for spain but this could be one so i'll put it out there:
the next few days were the best part of the trip, the reason for this was it was almost time to go home and i went on a normandy war tour which was freaking sweet. saw the yank memorial, walked on omaha beach, went to a german battery (which was the only involvement 'straya had in d-day...even though there involvement was pre bombing this battery) and saw two yanks fall flat on their asses. fucking awesome day...haven't got photos cos mum took the camera to paris on the same day. i'm sure if you watch saving private ryan and band of brothers you can sort of get the idea though, what was funny though that omaha beach is just a mad roota beach now, dudes and sheilors just chilling out sunbaking where a million u.s. troops died 60 years earlier.
from normandy on the ship went to rotterdam (didn't get to amsterdam unfortunately) and zebrugge then onto london. now i'm home and even though it's only been 3 weeks i actual didn't recognise my room after being stuck in a dungeon on the ship without a window.
oh well that's the end of overseas travel for me for a while i think and what makes it even better is that i didn't have to pay a cent for any of this. lolz.
p.s. if you're wondering why the bolded words are there you should read this: