Be sure to always double check that the train tickets you’re booking are for the right day…
· Café Oz.
· James Boag and Coopers.
· I heart KX (the Empire Hotel) tee’s
· Fairy bread, Vegemite sandwiches, Anzac biscuits.
· Australian flag temp tattoos.
· Rogue Traders, Kylie, Men at work.
So many similarities between Australia day in Paris versus that in Sydney. Alas without the beach, eskies, any form of cricket, Holdon utes with Australian flag’s draped across the back window and Triple J’s top 100 – Paris could never compare.
There’s so much I have to say about Amsterdam. I think that’s why it’s taken me so long to write this post – as so much self-editing had to be done to make it parental friendly. Hi Mum. The other reason being that I don’t remember much in retrospect.
I’d like to point out that everything that happened over that 21st birthday weekend of Miss Dougan was completely legal. Except maybe the fight with the stripper. Many hours were spent catching up and contemplating the world and future prospects in various innocent coffee shops.
Oddly enough, of all the things we saw, it was the first snow of the winter that got us the most excited (that and maybe the automated curtains in Kate’s hotel room). But what made the weekend probably the most memorable, mainly because the evidence is still fixed somewhere below my second chin, was the amount of food that was consumed. Waffles, followed by pizza, felafel, more waffles, doughnuts, chips… it was all about counter-balancing the sweet with the savoury.
In our defence however, we tried to be healthy and eat our veggies, but their mushrooms taste like dirt mixed with bird poo.