Tokyo

I have moved...

...and so has my blog!

http://princesshalfu.typepad.com/rondon

As Erra so correctly pointed out, "Dude - change your bloody blog address. You aint in Tokyo anymore, chum."

Note to Self: Neither roller skates nor Vodka are good for you

Thursday night was quite an experience as Sivi invited a few gals to a Roller-disco in King's Cross. You may be forgiven for thinking that roller disco's suffered extinction in the mid 90's (if they even made it that long), but around the back of King's Cross station, in an abandoned warehouse, is a weekly celebration of R&B, House and grooving on wheels. Firstly, I totally embarassed Sivi by arriving in a suit directly from the airport, and secondly, I totally embarrassed myself and Von Dutch by clinging on to the wall for dear life! It was great fun though; incredibly funky crowd, awesome music and some truly amazing skaters. Will definitely be back, but without the man until I get a little better!!! Unfortunately, due to my dubious skill on skates, I was too scared to take my camera with me onto the floor, so no piccies..

Friday night was spent in Isis. Tres Chelsea crowd, tres chi-chi and waaaaay too much booze. Drank vodka for the first time in years, was feeling damn fine, and danced the night away with Von Dutch until sunrise. Come morning, I was in a lot of pain. My head was splitting and although I blame most of it on the Vodka, perhaps some of the discomfort was because Von Dutch was due to meet the parents that night....!

Cornish Pasty, anyone?

So, last weekend was a bank holiday, and true to form, tickets anywhere remotely exciting were double the usual price, and even if you were willing to pay the extortionate sums, it seemed there were thousands of other dodos desperate to leave town, so there were no available seats on the flights. In my time of need, I suddenly remembered that an old school friend had told me that her parents had, upon retirement, set-up a Bed & Breakfast in Cornwall. CORNWALL? Yes - that rather strange looking protrusion at the far South-Westerly corner of England. I recalled many stories of my friends visiting Cornwall in the summer holidays, and that it was apparently quite beautiful. So, I booked the 4-hour train journey, and the last remaining rent-a-car in the county (a bright orange Kia!) and Von Dutch and I set off at the crack of dawn.

Both of us were pleasantly surprised by how stunning the countryside was. The tiny fishing villages were picturesque and charming, the beaches were beautiful, and we had a fantastic time bombing down the country roads in the Kia looking for remote pubs. We also spent two hours looking for a go-kart track, which we are now convinced was only put on the map to confuse and lure unsuspecting city folk into the middle of bloody nowhere! We had our Cornish pasties, we had our deliriously delicious cream teas, and we had 3 days of relaxation and time alone - a luxury in itself.

The highlight was when we decided to see in the evening from the hilltops. We brought two bottles of wine with us, hiked all the way up to the highest point we could find overlooking the coast, settled down among a herd of cows and watched the spectacular sunset. Problem was that we hadn't really thought the whole thing through. Soon we found ourselves with a vertical climb downhill, in the pitch black and we were TOTALLY smashed! Plus the cows were closing in on us....or that could have just been alcohol-induced paranoia. By the time we made it down to sea-level - mostly by sliding on my bum, all the pubs were closed and we were starving. Not so smart, we city folk...

Nebiru in town

The highlight of the weekend following the DR was not only having those magical few days before your tan starts shedding a la lizard, but also having my old house-mate from Tokyo in town with her man, Sa-chan. Along with Redhed, we congregated in the East End for some nosh, copious amounts of alcohol and a great old catch-up. Was fantastic to see them, and made me wish yet again, that the world wasn't so big....