LONDON - PARIS TRIP: DAY 5

i know it's like 3 weeks so i'm just gonna step on it la k.

speed blogging,

1, 2, 3,

HERE WE GO.

that's actually the brand of the butter there. for you louis and mel.

breakfast was, as usual, as unhealthy as ever.

but cynthia's sautéed mushrooms were the bomb shizzniitzz.

headed out to get tickets for phantom of the opera.

spotted brit's version of hollywood walk of fame.

the line was super long, and they ran out of phantom tickets.

bought tickets for chicago instead.

our designated tour guides.

took the underground to holloway road.

yeah, we were going to visit the home of the gunners.

daddy with the emirates stadium.

ping and i with the emirates stadium.

theo walcott, for cheryl :)

went to covent garden for lunch.

ben's cookies. hands down the BEST cookies ever.

white chocolate heehee.

covent garden's deco is really nicee.

famly :D

suga suga.

and the whole place smelled like paella (spanish rice). damn nice.

covent garden is actually known for all the street acts,

where aspiring singers/musicians/magicians/etc would perform with hopes of getting spotted. :D

cornish pasties!

there was this one pie, with stout or something funky like that. damn kickass.

headed back to the city centre to watch chicago.

it was my first musical ever (as far as i could remember).

too bad i couldnt take any pictures of whatever that was going on inside though.

heh daggles ping and moozie.

and chicago was AWESOME.

no joke.

they were dubbed london's sexiest musical for a reason.

oh, hot dayyyuuummmmmm. O.o

went to do some grocery shopping at waitrose again.

moozie shaving some button mushrooms. and jonson behind her.

DAMN HUGE BRUSSEL SPROUT SWORD.

substitute for a light saber or whatever it's called. seriously.

and guess what?

IT WAS 25p! THAT'S DUA PULUH LIMA SEN DALAM BAHASA MELAYU! wtf!

london's price tags make my heart race. seriously.

at least we end the day healthily. heehee.

the clan. mhmm.

day 5 is coming!!!!

may.

LONDON - PARIS TRIP: DAY 6

we woke up extra extra early that day.

needed to get to king's cross st. pancras to catch the eurostar to paris.

unhealthy breakfast again. T.T

took the bus to king's cross. spotted a whole row of black cabs.

dr jack & cynthia.

see? it's turning orange!

moozie and daggles. :D

they had these two performing, it was quite cool. damn reggae jamaican etc etc.

them with the train.

it was about a 3 hourlong train ride. damn boring. =.=

arrived at the gare du nord station and headed over to republique hotel.

and over there, to our greatest amazement..

the world's smallest elevator. it fits about 2 people. and one suitcase. -.-

paris is all about petit. seriously.

the room was damn small compared to travelodge.

rested for a bit, then we headed out to galleries lafayette.

i prefer london's underground, hands down.

and this, my friends, is a shopping mall.

probably the prettiest shopping mall in the world.

asthetic value, baby.

LOOK AT THAT WEI. haihhh damn prettyyy.

next stop,

the notre dame. mhmm.

close ups:

left the notre dame and started walking around looking for a place to eat.

that thing right on top, it's solid gold baby.

if you have that in malaysia, confirm no more wei.

spotted paris's version of petrol kiosks. it's like, along the row of shops. lol.

after walking EVERYWHERE, looking for some vietnamese restaurant that closed down,

we ended up at one row away from our hotel.

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daggles and dr jack enjoying their beer. mhmm.

okay the food in paris. is. AWESOME.

some salad with smoked fish. when i first saw the fish, i was like UUURRGGGHHH.

cause it was grey and slimy and. yuck. but it was GOOD STUFF.

butter rice, grilled salmon and potato balls.

forgot what it was called in french, but the rice was KICKASS.

chicken and macaroni. sounds so typically american but the chicken was super good.

chocolate mousse. super rich.

creme caramel. yummy yummy.

dr jack's apple pie.

and the petite coffee. -.-

look at that fatty. tsk tsk.

us with the owners of the restaurant.

very VERY nice people.

now, who said french people were mean?

may.