London

What can I say? This international Mecca is a completely different place come summer. For the first time ever I was in as little clothing as possible galavanting around the bustling streets, reunited with my accidental travel buddy Josh, drinking Starbucks iceys and catching the tube to the end-of-the-line station Brixton (end of the line is an accurate description) where I was reunited with mama Guyana with her incredible african roti and the two McEwan lassies and we all just hung out in the sun, drinking ciders in the park, henna tattooing each others' phalanges and popping bottle tops on benches next to sleeping old men and young couples making out. The city was quietly buzzing and the 30 degree "heat wave" was welcomed with open Australian arms. 

That night we all met at tower bridge and divided and conquered the city via foot, singing and being obnoxious and wnjoying each others' company through endless tube connections. The next day we wandered the main streets of the city centre - Oxford St, Soho, Covent Garden and even managed to spot Ed Westwick casually (though how 'casual' it was is debatable as he was wearing a hoodie over his head with the Zip half undone and chest hair having a field trip of its own) strolling around neal's yard. 

Elly and I met Sarah at home, greeting her with a delicious array of fresh salads, fruits, pimms and lemonade and a silly giggle-filled afternoon in the cool evening. 

We left home at 4:30 next morning, destination PARIS. We had watched The Olsen Twins' PASSPORT TO PARIS so were ready for anything and everything.