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Goodbye Barcelona, hello France (again)

Okay, so Barcelona is fantastic, and undoubtedly my favourite city so far. Coming from The World’s Most Liveable City Even Though None Of Us Really Know WTF That Means But We Parrot It Endlessly – there’s a lot Barcelona could learn from Melbourne. Aside from the fact that it oozes Art Nouveau from every pore, it is a complete delight to be a pedestrian in. Wide footpaths, footpaths in the middle of the roads, so instead of having two narrow footpaths, one on either side, you have one great big one in the middle, wide streets, it’s just excellent to wander around in. Apparently good to drive around in, too – they don’t really have traffic jams, and the larger city holds 3 million people. Very impressive.

I’ve organised my photos into collections, and now that I have over 10,000 photos online (!!!) I might start making highlight albums as well.
In the meantime, I’m organising albums into country collections, so there’s Britain, France, Barcelona (pointless to call it Spain, when you think about it, plus, who knows, one day I might need to label it Catalunya) and Italy.
So:
Barcelona:
France:
Britain:
Italy:
at some point I might do theme-based albums, as well. Such as Weird Faces On Buildings – because those things fascinate me.
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Yeah a bit behind

Mostly putting updates on facebook. Plus I feel strangely leery when it comes to sharing how I feel about all of this. I’m in a weird headspace.

Here’s a rant about this shitty hotel :

So this hotel has many cool features. For instance, if you are worried that the front desk and electronic plastic-wizardry card entry is insufficiently secure, you can grab your room safe, and take it with you! Utilising the latest in lightweight steel design, your safe can be picked up with one hand, and it’s compact size can readily fit into any backpack, ensuring that your valuables are never out of your sight. As it were.

If you want to travel around London and leave your valuables in your room, simply ask at the front desk for a room with a safe firmly bolted to the floor, and the staff will cheerily direct you towards a hotel which isn’t completely fucking shit.

As part of our “help you fat aussie bastards get fit” program, we have cancelled the lift access to the top floor and installed parkour-style stupidly narrow staircases, three of them, to ensure you get the leg workout you need, if not the one you want. Can’t juggle? Learn as you go, because if you have more than one bag, you’re going to be pretty good at juggling shit before you get to the top of those stairs. And, just like the Force, we preserve balance in the universe by making sure you’ll be juggling that shit on the way down again tomorrow.

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British kebabs are

Oh I have no idea how to describe them. Check this out:

How are you meant to eat this without it going all over the place? It’s in pita bread, but the bread is used as a pocket, not a wrap. I had a shawarma (?) last night, that was actually wrapped properly. Weird.

But the shawarma was made by lebanese, and the “doner kebab” was made by a pakistani, so maybe that’s the difference.

I think I should stick to food they don’t have at home, so I’m not comparing foods.

Like, you know, MUSHY PEAS

WITH FISH AND CHIPS. WTF.