Old Man’s + Pretty Poison = Terrible Hangover.
But eh. You are travelling, you are still young and you have a new mate. So you wake up, drink a lot of water and you shake the fog around to feel better and do something with your life. Actually, you don’t shake it too much, your liver will never forgive you too much energy right now.
After an epic journey from Ijen Volcano to Denpasar in Bali, Alberto and I were absolutely exhausted. Waking up at 1am, hiking in the condition I explained in the last article for more than 8 hours, taking the van, the boat and a public bus was like living the longest day of my life. And it was not over yet.
Hungover days are better in a princess hotel. It was the second time in few days that I had the opportunity to stay in a – let’s say it – place which is not supposed to have been created to welcome backpackers.
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I was a waitress in Paris for few weeks already, in this sweet little café in the center of the city when my boss introduced me to this cute little lady who was going to be my colleague for the summer. At the end of the day I realized that “cute little lady” was not the term to employ if you want to talk about Marion. It would be more like “tiger”, “strong”, “French class” or “amazing character”. She has been my partner in crimes, my confident and my support. I was her island of peace, her no-judgmental friend. A strong relationship linked us since then and when I moved in England, she was the kind of friend I would call if I was coming back to Paris for a week end, for a coffee or a mint tea at the Parisian Mosque.
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I wish I could say that I’m one of those people who wake up one day in their office, bored of their life and suddenly take a ticket to nowhere. But I’m not. I just caught the bug of travelling a long time ago I guess and even if my job, my house and my friends are awesome here in London, I can’t wait to hit the road with my loyal backpack.
The Wanderlust Queens Project 