Like, woah.

See you soon.

Ahh Sydney...

Another 100 hours jammed in economy - see you soon Australia!

35 hours flying for 72 hours in Beijing. Next stop: Paris.

I would rather eat fire than have to get a last minute visa at the Chinese consulate again.

Next stop: China. Why didn't it occur to me I need a visa to get in?!?!

The almost gondola disaster of 2011.

The only thing I got to see in Venice was British tourists.

7pm aperitivo. Genius.

FINALLY made it to 10 Corso Como.

Airplane food. Hell no.

Woah, the French countryside certainly lives up to expectation.

The outrageousness of Napoleon III's reconstructed apartment at the Louvre made me a little weak at the knees.

My head just exploded at colette.

Paris cuteness everywhere.

The boring wait, at the boarding gate.

A day in Bray, is a nice way, to end my stay, in the UK.

Getting smashed at the No Romance party was the most fun ever.

Stuffing myself at The Wolseley's high tea before a big night out was not the best idea.