So I'm feeling ever so giddy after completing two posts in as many hours last night that I've decided to venture further into the unknown cyber-world of blogging. (Off to a brilliant start - I've already been overcome in a fit of schoolgirl giggles because blogging rhymes with dogging...teeheehee). Dogging, sorry blogging, about my future escapes is my intention hereon after, but in order to get me going and give you a teensy tiny insight into my traveling/blogging style I have decided to start with my last holiday which I took just before the new year with my boyfriend to Berlin.
Don't worry there wasn't an SLR camera in sight, and whilst one night out saw me pulling a pretty good Mick Jagger impression in leather trousers and oversized fur I can assure you I'm not about to get all Indie on your arse.
Post & Pictures to follow.
(Seeing as Peace didn't work last time, I'm going with nothing this time so...)
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Anna x
Wednesday, 18 January 2012
Tuesday, 17 January 2012
P.S
Oh and the other teensy tiny reason I want to go on holiday so bad ^^
Provided gravity is nice to me.
Number 1
Right, I'm doing it.
I so didn't want to, I really didn't but...BUT. Oh It was an accident really, because if I'm honest I've always been a bit snobby about Blogs. The idea of writing a diary fills me with the same poisonous feeling that washed over me when the headline 'Justin Beiber Fathers Child' emerged so why on earth did I think making a Blog would be any better? To me, diaries are for sexy call girls and Anne Frank or doe-eyed pre pubescent girls wisting after the ghost of Corey Haim - and seeing as I am neither an inspirational 14 year old trapped in an attic or a Billie Piper that was absolutely out of the question. And a Blog...A BLOG well that was almost as preposterous as the thought of becoming a vegetarian for the rest of my life.
But, like all the other self-indulgent indie cindies out there I decided to do it. Not in a New-Year-New-Me kind of way though, please, but in a I'm-Kind-Of-Bored-And-Actually-Want-To-Do-Something-Productive kind of way. AND, and this is a big and, I think this Blog is pretty functional.
See, I've become a bit obsessed with traveling. UGGGHHHHH I hear you all scream, but fear not my obsession isn't of the And-Then-I-Just-Chundered-UVARYWHARRR kind but more about me being curious to go to different places (mostly sunny....) and have a bloody good time. Problem is, the Internet is really a bit shit. Bold statement, but it's true. I'm 19, 20 come March and whilst I know I'm still young I really don't want to go to full moon parties or find my self in Goa, I really just want to go away for short periods of time, relax, enjoy myself, read my book and get really fucking drunk but without 16 year olds puking on my sacred Diane Von Furstenberg jelly shoes I got as a present 4 years ago.
AND THERE IS NOTHING OUT THERE FOR ME.
I want to travel boutique style without the price tag, I want to meet people but in a completely organic way, I want to get a bit of culture but I also want to do a couple shots and drunkenly stumble on beautiful beaches and incredible architecture. I want to know where I should go and feel safe and secure but not have to do so on a massive tour bus.
So, I'm doing it. I'm starting a Blog about my travel experiences (and probably with a few rants and cringey monologues a long the way too) In the hope that maybe I'm not alone and someone else could do with a little help too. The plan is to moan about my lack of findings and spill the beans about the holidays I do go on, keeping you updated with pictures and snippets of what I've found. Maybe no one will read it but I know I'll always have one captive reader. So Mum, Hi.
Peace
(Oh god, WHY did I type peace I'm cringing already)
Anna x
I so didn't want to, I really didn't but...BUT. Oh It was an accident really, because if I'm honest I've always been a bit snobby about Blogs. The idea of writing a diary fills me with the same poisonous feeling that washed over me when the headline 'Justin Beiber Fathers Child' emerged so why on earth did I think making a Blog would be any better? To me, diaries are for sexy call girls and Anne Frank or doe-eyed pre pubescent girls wisting after the ghost of Corey Haim - and seeing as I am neither an inspirational 14 year old trapped in an attic or a Billie Piper that was absolutely out of the question. And a Blog...A BLOG well that was almost as preposterous as the thought of becoming a vegetarian for the rest of my life.
But, like all the other self-indulgent indie cindies out there I decided to do it. Not in a New-Year-New-Me kind of way though, please, but in a I'm-Kind-Of-Bored-And-Actually-Want-To-Do-Something-Productive kind of way. AND, and this is a big and, I think this Blog is pretty functional.
See, I've become a bit obsessed with traveling. UGGGHHHHH I hear you all scream, but fear not my obsession isn't of the And-Then-I-Just-Chundered-UVARYWHARRR kind but more about me being curious to go to different places (mostly sunny....) and have a bloody good time. Problem is, the Internet is really a bit shit. Bold statement, but it's true. I'm 19, 20 come March and whilst I know I'm still young I really don't want to go to full moon parties or find my self in Goa, I really just want to go away for short periods of time, relax, enjoy myself, read my book and get really fucking drunk but without 16 year olds puking on my sacred Diane Von Furstenberg jelly shoes I got as a present 4 years ago.
AND THERE IS NOTHING OUT THERE FOR ME.
I want to travel boutique style without the price tag, I want to meet people but in a completely organic way, I want to get a bit of culture but I also want to do a couple shots and drunkenly stumble on beautiful beaches and incredible architecture. I want to know where I should go and feel safe and secure but not have to do so on a massive tour bus.
So, I'm doing it. I'm starting a Blog about my travel experiences (and probably with a few rants and cringey monologues a long the way too) In the hope that maybe I'm not alone and someone else could do with a little help too. The plan is to moan about my lack of findings and spill the beans about the holidays I do go on, keeping you updated with pictures and snippets of what I've found. Maybe no one will read it but I know I'll always have one captive reader. So Mum, Hi.
Peace
(Oh god, WHY did I type peace I'm cringing already)
Anna x
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