Hungary to Romania

Things are great. Our tour group are great people.14 people in all, most of which are from Australia save for 2 kiwis, a yank and a Canadian. Two of the aussies are sisters ages 65 and 72 respectivly, they are great and keep upwith all the action. Our guide, Tardis (like doctor who) is 27 and incredibly world wise. He saved us Monday from angry Hungarian ticket inspectors cause we didn't validate our tickets on the tram. I guess some things are universal.
We've already seen hungary and are now in Romania. Budapest was an amazing city - a middle ground between East and West Europe. Romania is interesting because its post communism and it seems the whole country is under construction. Everyone is building their own 'Western' style mansion so the roads are lined with half finished garishly painted shells. They move in as soon as they have one room completed then build around that.
Last night the tour group all got drunk on home made Plum alcohol which you have to have in shots. It's a seering pain that stays with you! Then we got up today at 4 to travel 8 hours to the heartland of Romania. I felt unwell until around 3pm. We just saw the birth place of Vlad the Impala / Dracula which was cool.

We can't upload photos just yet, stay tuned for those.

Miss you all.

Greenwich

Check this lovely panorama of Greenwich. It's lovely.

Day 1 - a story in pictures

Well we finally got a card reader to upload the photo's and just to prove we have actually left the country, here are a few:

Who knew Vader just wanted to be loved?!

I don't quite remember why I am laughing, but boy it must have been hilarious













See we really are in London!







Our favourite part of the day was definitely the bus ride to Earls Court! So terrifying and exciting!

London Calling

Well, we've made it.

21 hours in the sky, 1 hour in Hong Kong, 1 hour on the tarmac at Heathrow and another 2 hours in a sweaty customs line and we were in London! Welcome to the UK!

The weather wasn't such a pain; a sunny day top of 24 degrees, thank ya hairy crutch! Sticky, tired , disheveled, a wee bit cranky and a wee bit excited we found our bags with no worries and were greeted at the gates by Melbourne buddies Gemma and Liam (thanks for waiting 3hours for us guys! Eternally grateful.) For those interested in the flight meals were surprisingly good, movies were all 4 months old - some already out on DVD, and we sat across from Andy Warhol who, as it turns out, is a fussy eater.

We arrived at my Aunty Renee's house at 6 and were greeted by a smiling face and a warming meal. I passed out soon after due to exhaustion.

Sunday we went to Greenwich with Renee where i had my first English Sunday Roast. It was swimming around my plate in gravy. Many pints ensued. Along with a mini pub crawl. Greenwich is gorgeous, green with glorious views. Everything is so old and scrunched together. A very tightly compacted city.