Welcome to my personal blog about my adventures through Europe with my fiancé, Kate (or 'Kitty' to friends).
In May 2011 we left our very happy 'beach bum' life in the Sutherland Shire, NSW Australia, and set off to the UK in search of new sights, sounds and experiences. The original plan was to get to the UK, find a base camp (read - cheap flatshare) and enjoy some travelling around Europe for a couple of months, before finding work and settling in for a while to save money. The savings were then to go towards funding an ambitious plan to navigate through as much of Europe as possible in one uninterrupted expedition, hoping that we would not need to worry about that annoying fact of life called 'work' for the duration.
So far things have gone as close to what was planned as one could hope. We managed to get some travelling done early, stopping over in Hong Kong for a few nights on our way over from Oz, then once settled in the UK our first port was always going to be the wonderful city of Amsterdam and it's lovely 'culture'. That was then followed by a very romantic encounter with Paris, including somehow lucking into a private hour’s worth of sipping wine on the first platform of Eiffel Tower, with our very own French folk band.
Next up was the famous San Fermin festival in Pamplona, Spain. The 24hr bus ride was a true test of endurance thanks to the party crew who tried as hard as they could, to get as drunk as possible before even getting across the Spanish border. It was definitely a journey that was well worth the effort, as the opening ceremony and running with the bulls are memories that will be cherished forever.
From Pamplona we headed to sunny San Sebastian in the northern Basque region of Spain for some much needed quiet time and a couple of waves to clear the head before the next leg of the trip - Ibiza! It had long been a dream of mine to get loose in Ibiza, and now that I have, all I can say is 'WOW'. Ibiza is like Kings Cross on steroids, with more sleaze and short skirts than you could ever need in a lifetime! But oh so much fun! You can literally find a party just about anywhere, as we discovered the morning after catching Armin Van Buuren at Space, where we ended up partying on a random beach at 7am with a bunch of crazy guys and girls from Manchester...
Sadly, upon our return to London and after starting new jobs, we realised that we had in fact broken our party-bone, and that it would need some serious recovery time. Thankfully it would work out for the best, as our fear of 'yet another hangover' allowed us the luxury of not really feeling the urge to go out and blow our precious £ on drinking and partying. We were able to focus on getting together enough money to realise our dream of touring Europe with no restrictions.
We are now getting to the pointy end of the planning phase, and after 8 months of living like poverty stricken cave dwellers, trying desperately to save our pennies for the impending trip, it is just 26 days till escape the everyday rat-race that is 'London', and take on the craziness of Europe!