Our bedroom is 265 years old!

After our Paris adventure we made our way to Beaujolais- the French countryside. Here we stayed at Contiki's very own French chateau which was 265 years old. The rooms here were not the greatest- the beds creaked with every single slight movement. Literally if u moved a leg the creak could be heard from the next corridor. The chateau itself was very dirty too- I don't feel cleaning was done up to standard, and you felt dirty as soon as you exited the showers. Might I add both the bathroom and toilets were unisex. But, in saying that- I was on Contiki, I wasn't expecting 5 star quality. Sure, when I heard it was run by Contiki staff I assumed it would be one of the cleaner and better placed but alas that is just life. 

The actual grounds of the chateau were unbelievable. Green was seen all over. Vineyards everywhere you looked and a massive pool was on the grounds. I didn't use the pool as summer has just ended and France seems to get a bit colder the second seasons change, but it was still beautiful. 

After our first night we were told we could have a picnic and were handed maps. That trek was one to remember. We were told it was a "slight incline" on the way and "some rocky roads" so to wear suitable shoes. I'm pretty sure we were just a step below rock climbing. The slight incline was probably a massive incline and the rocks were all the way. I felt I was climbing up a cliff. Once we arrived to the picnic spot though it was all worth it! I'm so glad they didn't tell us how difficult the hour walk prior would be otherwise I'm not too sure I would've done it- and I honestly don't regret it at all. 

After a bit the chateau did get a bit boring as it was literally in the middle of nowhere and there wasn't much to do so we were all very happy once 7:30am came and it was time to leave. 

Which is where I am now, on a bus for Barcelona. Where we shall eat tapas and drink sangria. But not their tap water. I have to keep reminding myself that if I don't want to get some water bug flu and die. Cannot wait to get to Barcelona. 

I shall keep you all updated more in a bit when I access some more wifi and more events have occurred.

Until next time,

Xox

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Hello 4am: Let's Not Meet Again.

To be honest I'm surprised I made it from the airport to my hotel. In the span of two days I had managed a miserable ten minutes of sleep. My first flight (9hours) I was unfortunate enough to be seated next to a family of small tiny humans, who seemed to be miserable for 9 hours straight and let everyone know by screaming the whole time. If I thought I was unlucky then, I was in for a giant surprise when on my next (14 hour flight) the same family of demons were seated right next to me again. I'm not a hater of children: I understand they have a need to be heard at times- what I'm not a fan of is when the parents of said humans don't have any consideration for those around them and literally do nothing to stop or try calm their offspring. Which is exactly what these parents were like. The whole 23 hours not once did I hear the parents try to console, shoosh or even prevent their children from kicking chairs in front of them. It even got to the stage another passenger who's seat was being pounded, turned around and asked the parents to calm their kids. Other than that, the flight was great. Numb bums, snoring people and the inability to lay down. What's not to love?

Once I finally arrived in London I'm surprised I actually managed to make it back to the hotel. I had passed from exhausted to zombie tired. I literally felt like I was in a dream like state; walking slowly and everything around me at top speed. I felt drunk when I was as sober as a stone. As soon as I got to my room I fell into bed and fell into a coma like state- for six hours. Once 4AM arrived my body refused to stay asleep. Despite how exhausted I was, I couldn't do it. So I tossed and turned and finally fell asleep again at 7 for half an hour. 

For my trip I felt I was completely prepared- brought my universal adapter and everything. The adapter had worked wonderfully for me: at charging my iphone. As soon as I finished my shower and tried to use my hairdryer that's when I realized my adapter was a bad idea. My dryer worked for maybe 2 seconds then completely shut off. My adapter didn't even charge my phone anymore. A quick message to my electrician friend, and he taught me how to change its fuse- and it was back to working. Lesson learnt- I can not use my dryer at full speed unless I want to blow London up.

Sight seeing in London was fun. There are many, many Bridges here. London Bridge itself isn't that great. Was a bit of a let down to be frank. It was tacky and just grey. The tower Bridge was 101 times better. On the walk back to the Hotel I came across another tourists having their photo taken- and of course I jumped in the photo with them. They weren't angry which worked well as I wasn't really wanting a punch to the face today. Maybe tomorrow..

Anyway, I must get ready to go see my grandmother the Queen. I shall speak soon

Until next time, xox

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