Startinggggg frommmmm NOW!

What's up mother lickers? (rhetorical question)

Decided i'd create a place for my sweet tourist photos and stories because I probably won't do much else with them and have a shit house memory when it comes to telling tales.

So let's get to it!

After approximately 20 hours in the air (death) two stop overs, Brunei and Dubai, 4.5 hours sleep, and 4 chicken based airline meals we finally landed in LDN town at around 7am, hopped on the tube from Heathrow and headed to Marylebone station where we rendezvous-ed with the crew and settled in to the hostel... Sort of. We were in a 6 bed dorm which wasn't actually ready so we had to put our bags in storage but managed to get a much needed shower in before venturing out into the world. The hostel is pretty average.. Really nice people and very close to everything, cheap but at the moment there is only one functioning toilet and that's tough (and smelly) when there is probably close to 35 people staying in the place!

These are a couple of shots from around where we are staying.

Young lovers.

DC ruining a nice scenery shot.

The streets here are amazing! So old and so awesome. I've been walking around like a slack jawed tourist admiring all the buildings and architecture (and babes).

Outside the hostel.

and again

This is somewhere where I don't know where it is.

and again..

Oxford Street.

Most of day 1 was spent exploring the streets and catching trains around the place before we decided to head back to the hostel for an amazing Thai meal and some stone chilling. The local Tesco's had Pear and Apple flavoured Magners for approximately $3aud So the team set to work on drinking them out of stock and to my knowledge succeeded in extinguishing supplies of pear cider. We were asleep by 10pm.

The boys.

Group shot.

J.Ellis Photography

Me being an art fag with the colour accent tool.

That was day one.. Nothing too exciting I know but hey.. It's only just the beginning. I have been told off twice already for trying to take photos in places I'm not allowed to so be ready or something.

Ps. As I sit here typing this I also forgot to mention my bed is a TRIPLE bunk with a wooden frame that has probably never had it's bolts fully tightened so any movement even a slight wind makes the whole frame rock like a yacht in rough seas. I just hope it holds up and I don't crush the little Finnish kid that is sleeping below me.

Pps. That little finnish kid I mentioned, woke us up in the middle of the night he was talking in his sleep but sitting up with his eyes opened accusing DC of going through his backpack at about I'm not sure what time but it was hilarious nonetheless... at the time.. I'm sorta scared to go to sleep incase he is a sleep-stabber or someshit... Pray for me.