And I apologise for the late posting – it has taken a few days to sort out the phone and internet, and recuperate enough that I felt we had done enough to tell you about!
We parted company with the homeland near on mid-night and despite Kelly’s best attempt at feigning injury, looking sullen and over exaggerating his height he was unable to manage an upgrade of any sort from the kind (or not so) folk at Air New Zealand. With all avenues exhausted we settled in for the the first of two 11 hour flights towards the UK.
Having attempted a few hours sleep we arrived a little tired but more or less happy to have survived the first leg, only to be met upon disembarking with an extremely humid and stormy Hong Kong airport. We quickly made our trek though the cavernous terminal to our connecting flight, which of course was at the absolute opposite end of the building! Having resigned himsef to his fate Kelly folded himself into his seat for a second time and we settled in for the next instalment. Luckily I stumbled across a season of Downton Abbey I hadn’t yet binge-watched which helped the time pass!
After some delays due to weather and errant plane parking by whom we can only assume to be British Airways we had made it to London!
Since then we have been spending our time at my lovely aunt Sandra’s equally lovely house in Westbourne where we have been getting over the jet lag, playing with her cute dogs and exploring the nearby villages.
Having wrongly assumed we had beaten the dreaded jet lag we cycled some of the English Countryside in West Sussex – starting in Winchester we made our way along narrow country lanes and neatly formed fields with our guides pointing out landmarks and explaining some of the local history. I somehow managed to puncture my tyre along the way, but luckily it turned out to be a perfect time to stop for a pub lunch!
After trying unsuccessfully to mend the tyre with advice from some helpful patrons of The Boot Inn we decided a walk was in order to reach our final destination of Stockton situated on the river Test for a well earned ice cream.
We woke the next day refreshed and caught a ride into Chichester to look around the shops – definitely testing my dedication to the carry on lifestyle. Especially since everywhere there were sales, sales, sales!
The afternoon was spent wandering into the nearby village Emsworth for a great lunch at fancy Woosters, and tomorrow we head into London for the weekend to catch up with friends. So far, so lovely England!
Below are some snaps of our adventures.
Kelly’s pro travel tip: Hey team, I find it grossly uncivilised that Trelise have all the fun writing these things and while I have not the desire to do so myself I do feel the need to add my two cents. This shall be dolled out in a short quip of advice, suggestion or observation of our time spent roaming Europe and should be considered fundamental information for the astute traveller. So, without further adue, the first instalment:
The average height of a 17th century Englishman is 5 foot 2 inches. I base this statement on no other evidence than the ridiculous door frame heights of similar era cottage around the place. Why is this information important for you? Well friend, where as I enjoy Gregor Clegane/Wun Wun type dimensions and have extensive experience in the spatial awareness of my forehead that accompanies it, you average height folk (or normies as I like to call you) will only come to realise this after a number of scalpings. So take heed traveller, there lurks unforeseen dangers in the English countryside. Attached below are a few examples of the above mentioned, I was damn near touching my toes getting in.