So, as promised, here is everything I hope to see, do and achieve; a bit like a bucket list, but FAR more spectacular and elaborate (read long winded) but whatever, what use is a blog if you can't write elaborate, long winded descriptions of all your biggest most ridiculous dreams on it?
Now, being In France is great, it really is, being in
Europe
is GREAT because everything is so close together, you can get on a train, travel one hour away and you’re in another country, where they speak another language and have a completely different culture but I feel I need to venture a little further, having said that, I still want to visit Copenhagen, Vienna, Paris, Budapest, Barcelona, Prague, Bruges, Slovenia (okay, so basically EVERYWHERE). And I want to see it all whilst driving in one of these...
Did you really expect I'd want to see Europe any other way?
My plan is to buy one, make it SHOUT Cary (I'm talking pretty paint jobs and colourful cushions and purple hubblys (yes, I said purple hubblys), drive it all over Europe and then sell it for more than I bought it for (wishful thinking?)
BUT...
My plan is to buy one, make it SHOUT Cary (I'm talking pretty paint jobs and colourful cushions and purple hubblys (yes, I said purple hubblys), drive it all over Europe and then sell it for more than I bought it for (wishful thinking?)
BUT...
I feel like if I haven’t been to INDIA then I haven't really travelled. Obviously, if I'm going to travel to India then it's imperitive I buy a pair of harem pants, because that's just what you wear when you travel to India, not so? Whatever, I'm buying a pair, just like this, I REFUSE to step on the plane without them...
YES ... those are pants (but SO much better)
I'm going to get back to South Africa and EVERYONE is going to be like "WHERE did you get those outrageously awesome pants?" and I will reply casually "oh, you know... INDIA" and they will all die of jealousy right before my eyes. Well, that's the plan, but I'm pretty sure that the moment I get off the plane my lovely new pants will transform from “totally avant-garde and envy-inspiring” to “exclusively appropriate for Halloween” and it will probably inspire a conversation more along these lines:
“Where did you get that thing?”
“Um, INDIA.”
“Take it off. It looks like you were dressed by a five-year-old who hates you.”
...OH
Whatever. The HAREM PANTS... get 'em!
Along with above mentioned harem pants, I will be wearing LOADS of pretty ankle bracelets (obviously) and I'm going to cruise around the place with my poloroid camera, taking photos and eating chole tikki chaat from the chaat walas (haha, I could say that 10 times and still find it amusing. Go on, say it really fast, the faster you say it, the funnier it sounds!). I'm going to go to the markets and buy EVERY single kind of spice I can get my hands on, because one day (when I've grown up) I'm going to be the proud owner of the world's most impressive spice rack, like this one (but BETTER)...
Okay, so I've been waffling on for ages and I've only covered hippie vans, chole tikki chaats, ridiculous pants that will no doubt make me look like I'm seriously with child and impressive spice racks, let me end there... and start again tomorrow (this may take a while).
