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Posts mostly written in the moment, just posted when ever I have access to wifi. Expect stream of consciousness drivel as I travel
Left Australia on the 27th February 2025 local time
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Main tag > #mdoeseurope2025
Places I’ve been so far:
#London
#Venice
#Florence
Will tag the place where each post was written/is about and then anything else I deem relevant
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I will never complain about Australian budget airlines again (I lied, it is my right and sacred duty to complain as much as I can), flying Ryan from London to Venice and it is hands down the worst flying experience of my life. I didn’t even get my gate number until an hour before it was set to leave, then had to walk 10min to get to the damn thing
By the time I get there it’s boarding time, so I jump in the line and get ushered out into the cold, where they make us stand on the tarmac for 15 minutes. I didn’t even put my coat on, I thought it was just a mad dash. But no they weren’t even finished prepping the plane and made us stand out in the fucking cold
I’m salty if you couldn’t tell, of course by the time I gave in and played the bag shuffle to get my coat on it was only another 5min till they let us in and I had to take it off again. And it seems to be standard practice, we were not the only planes worth of people standing around like chumps
I get in and there’s no seat pocket, the safety card is embedded in the seat in front of you. And they have the stingiest seat belt in the world, and look I’m by no means small, but I’m not quite ‘needs a belt extender’ big yet. But I huffed and wiggled and got the damn thing on, though now my skirt is weirdly tight so unsure where it’s caught
Made the executive decision to just assume the cabin pressure is going to suck and took a preemptive ibuprofen, can’t wait for the headache. Maybe I should look into that sinus thing that dentist mentioned, does it being close to my teeth have anything to do with sinus issues? Because I do not do well at altitude or under pressure, makes my head feel like its going to explode
It’s lucky I’m so paranoid, aimed to get to the airport 3hrs early. Which meant that when I found out that the normal rail service was being replaced with buses I had the extra time to spare. But also fuck them for not telling me there was a rail bus until after I’d paid, probably would have been cheaper to just take the normal airport bus
Always convince myself that my autism isn’t really that bad. Then I do something like get on the London Underground and get reduced to tears by the sound
I went to the National Gallery to look at the artwork, then sent myself a postcard and swung by Big Ben to get a pic before heading to the airport. Had the blandest sandwich of my life from some chain. Even salt would have been good. I didn’t know it was possible to leach that much flavour from each of the individual ingredients
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My flight is at 6:30pm. It’s still an international flight, so I should be there 2-3 hours early. But that still leaves me between 10am check out (or earlier) and 3ish pm with a suitcase to lug around. There is luggage storage at the hostel, but that means I have to return to it before heading to the airport. So decisions to decisions
Checked out a couple nerd stores (surprisingly bland?) and finally checked into my hostel. Had to fight against taking a nap at 5pm. It was a close thing. I made the mistake of snuggling up under the blanket to test how warm it was and everything
But turns out booking a hostel literally across the road (and we’re talking tiny London roads) from a Cathedral has consequences. Namely bells chiming the hour, and all the quarters in between
Actually haven’t heard one in a while so they must have mercy at night. Currently in a pub having dinner, also not far from the hostel. Managed to drag my first cider out for half an hour before finally asking where my chips were, only for the staff to realise my order had been missed
Understandable, it’s a Friday evening and busy as fuck. But they were kind enough to give me a second cider on the house. And of course the staff member helping me is hot. Which reminds me that even if I didn’t have moral opposition to hitting on wait/bar staff (it’s not like they can walk away), I’m not actually any good at flirting
So now I’m just pleasantly buzzed and debating if I get a third, a cocktail to round it off, or just call it a night (spoiler alert, I had a third cider and unfortunately left while the bartender was in the back so I didn’t get a last look)
I am exhausted. But have I had enough to carry me through a shower and falling asleep in a foreign environment on a thin ass mattress? Jury is still out. Still adjusting to this whole hostel thing. Not my preferred accommodations, but about all my budget can justify
Was contemplating AirBnB for a bit, strictly rooms that are a part of the owners home. But it still felt like contributing everyone’s housing crisis’
After acquiring food (and a third coffee) and coat I spent the morning/early afternoon at the legalised theft emporium, aka British Museum. Almost cried a few times, looked like I was going to even more. The cold dry air is wreaking havoc on my delicate over moisturised eyes
There’s so much humanity in all its beauty and arrogance in one space, it was overwhelming. Toys with articulating mouths and tails made for children. Reminded me of the jumper I knit for my cousin, the crib my brother in law made for his niece. Things made with love for the next generation
Almost cried reading plaques about pieces of artwork and human remains separated from their counterparts in museums local to where they are from. I think the words ‘on lone to the Cairo Museum’ in the middle of the ancient Egyptian exhibit will always haunt me
Pretty sure I’m going to walk away with an obsession with cylinder/ring seals. Like I’ve known for ages that Japan still uses stamp signatures. But the mental image of whipping out your ring or cylinder seal on a necklace to sign documents fucks hard
I wonder if glass or metal would work better with both ink and wax
Acquired a coat and gloves, and a fleecy layer for when the one bright purple jumper I brought doesn’t suit the outfit. So most of the time. Coat is a mottled grey, the browns were all:
1. the wrong brown,
2. not in my size, or
3. in one case unlined
Which worked out since the gloves I wanted were also grey. Jury is still out on how well it goes with the fall tone wardrobe I brought though. Guess I’ll find out tomorrow when I wear it with my brown skirt
Huzzah, I got some sleep on the second leg. Patchy, achy, mostly upright sleep, but sleep nonetheless. I always try to think about that mythbusters episode that talks about imitating sleep being rejuvenating even if you can’t get into rem in moments like this. I got some rest and that’s a good thing. Resisted the temptation of a third coffee, for now
My clothings not gonna be adequate I’ve very quickly learnt, 0 deg C at this brisk 6:30am morning in London. Which to be fair I knew going in. That’s the problem with leaving on a 30 degree Aussie day and landing in England on the last day of winter. That’s my main mission today, aquire good coat, preferably brown, and gloves. Realised I forgot my gloves in the pocket of my left-behind-because-it-was-too-small coat while in Shanghai
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Starting to think the number of attractive people along this journey is a pan issue. I get to sit next to a hot Spanish guy for the second half of my journey. And we’ve just built report, I asked for destination recommendations in Spain, he told me about the breathing issues he’s been having. Good times
God the flight attendants were hot this trip, and the cutest security officer had to pat me down because my steel caps set off the metal detector. They didn’t make me take them off though, which is something
It’s such a fleeting moment. Apologising to security for having to be manually scanned, her apologising for having to pat me down. Very meet cute. If it wasn’t in the middle of a busy airport security line
I am currently on my second coffee of the journey, and I imagine there will be at least two more. One on the plane and another with breakfast after I land. For someone who’s mostly abstained for several years I just know I’m going to regret it. Heart rate is current 91 and I haven’t moved for thirty minutes
It’s not even been good coffee, the stuff on the plane was alright but I got powdered milk and I’m clearly way too spoilt to not find that weird. And I’m currently drinking a mocha frappechino from Starbucks. Certainly not my beverage provider of choice, but I’ll take what I can get at 9pm in a the international terminal of a foreign airport
Honestly I feel about ready to pass out now, but there’s not really anywhere to do that during a layover without paying out the ass. I have no issues with finding a patch of floor, but I have no idea how forgiving security is about that. My only layover that lasted long enough to require sleep was a last minute 12hr delay during the beginning of covid. And that was just all sorts of funky
By the time I get on the plane the coffee will have surely kicked in and then I can kiss that nap goodbye. Though I suppose it’s still three hours away, maybe I’ll get lucky and come down by then. Fingers crossed I can at least hold out until the 3pm check in time, lest I pass out on the London Underground or something.