Dear Sam, As you know, my two biggest dreams in life is to (1) Write a book and (2) Open a cafe. Because I thought the two would be highly unlikely, I just thought I… More
Flight LX333 review: Service: 10/10
We were given complimentary drinks, a small cheese sandwich, and, get this, a small block of chocolate with a wrapper that said, “Thank you for flying Swiss.”
Definitely not RyanAir or EasyJet!! Lol. #sorrynotsorry
(Wonder what kind of service their business class gets?)
We are moments away from landing and I am feeling very anxious. (Because of the course and if I’ll actually find my way to the hotel. Lol)
Sat beside me are two interesting characters. To my left, is a man wearing run down jeans, a hoodie and a massive pair of sun glasses. He has had two cups of coffee on this 1 hour and 30 minutes flight. He has also been very fidgety. It’s either he’s done something very very wrong and haven’t slept because of it or he’s hungover. Do you reckon it’s the latter? Me too.
To my right, is a very stylish thirty-something looking lady who has been tilting towards the window so I dont see what she’s doing with her phone. “Ma’am, if you turned the brightness down, maybe I wouldn’t have seen the bright coloured candies you’ve been crushing the last hour.” (If you know what I mean.)
Saying goodbye to you at the airport today was a bit hard. But also put a lot of things into perspective. (Or maybe just emphasised things that I already knew.)
Please be a good boy while I’m away.
Wishing you were here, as always,
Ljubljana is probably the prettiest European city that I can’t spell. Or pronounce. (Lubeeyana)
How you convinced me to take an 8 hour bus ride, I have no clue.
I am writing to you as you are sat beside me, zoning out while we’re thrashing Throwback Thursday on Spotify. (How we have a headphone splitter, I also have no clue.)
Continue reading “The 6 Stages Of An 8 Hour Bus Ride To Split”
Dear Danish People,
(Or do I say, Dear Danes?)
I am happy to announce that my partner’s birthday wish was to go to a Scandinavian city and Copenhagen won by a landslide. (of two.)
Dear person reading this,
After speaking to a couple of locals (As I always ask the “What would you recommend to do?” question), I came up with the conclusion that: There is not much to do in Helsinki.
I’m just kidding. (Or am I?)
I have successfully convinced Sam to spend the long Easter weekend with me in a warm place. (He suggested Oslo. Didn’t really understood the definition of warm, this one.)
Continue reading “The One With The Spanish Easter”
Almost always, in any European country you’ll go to visit, you will go to a museum. (Or a church.) And that’s what Sam and I first did on our last full day in Budapest. (Which also turned out to be the most eventful one.)