“Just a small town girl, livin’ in a lonely world.”

What a lovely past few days I have had. An encounter with wild animals at Wolves on Friday and then a pack of crazies at Vovo Telo on Saturday. What fun.

Vovo Telo at 44 Stanley Aukland Park. Yummy. That’s all I can say. It’s surprisingly student/unemployed budget friendly and has a nice arsty fartsy atmosphere. We went there for brunch (I was working up the appetite for a good breakfast) but alas, We were 15 minutes too late. Make sure you’re there before 11am if you want to order from the breakfast menu. I ordered a Chicken pesto focaccia sandwhich instead, which was deeeee-lish. (Loaded with garlic and many green basil bits though – so it’s a no-go during romantic outings!) The fresh juices are also to die for! Freshly pressed apple juice! So good!

But the most notable part of the meal was definitely the desserts! A morsel of heaven in the form of a Lemon meringue tart for me and the decadent Chocolate cake for everyone else. Great place. Amazing friends. Definite recommendation. :]

How does one work off a meal like this, you may ask? A very active game of Glee Karaoke Revolution afterwards of course!!! If you’re a Gleek, you have to invest in this super fun Singstar-like game. Lots of giggles, some of the best people I know and reasonably in-tune singing. Fantastic combination.

“Surround yourself with only people who are going to lift you higher.”
-Oprah Winfrey




“Around the world, around the world…”

An EVEN FURTHER 5 things I’ve learnt on my travels to Londontown

My previous two travel entries were based around a trip I took to Greece about a month ago. More recently, I packed my bags up again and took a family vacay to London and Miami. SO Amazing! Here are an even further 5 things I have learnt while making my way across the world. First stop – London!

1. Camden is my favourite place on this planet.

I could swear that Camden is the cooking pot where God stewed our world’s population together. Every kind of stereotype, sub-culture and race of person was represented on my visit to Camden market. Incredible! Just the wardrobe alone kept me thoroughly entertained as we made our way through the many, MANY market stalls.

I could live in a market. Yes, I could.

On the drive there, I first made sure that I unleashed the Harry Potter geek from within. King’s Cross station! I couldn’t help but make sure that we made a stop there, so that I could get a picture and then dreamily envision myself playing quidditch. (Stop judging me…)

“Platform 9 and three quarters?! Think you’re bein’ funny, do ya?”

The market was absolutely fantastic though, when we finally got there. Millions of little vintage stores, punk inspired attire, and food stalls from across the world. I’ve never been to a market with little Asian ladies hanging over the counters screaming “Taste! Taste some yummy yummy bourbon chicken!” It was an experience, I must say. The clothes stalls were amaaaazing! The most stunning garments, kept in such beautiful condition. My favourite dress I saw was this one:

I waannnnnt ittt…..

I most definitely couldn’t pull it off, but it was gorgeous nonetheless.

Things took a surreal turn, however, when I came across this store in the middle of the market:

*beep beep boink bleep bop*

Cyberdogs. I felt like I was whipped 5000 years into the future, when I walked into this store. I would have taken photos of the inside, but a rather grumpy little punk at the door told me there was no photography allowed. That’s how all the employees there looked; Extreme neon punk attire, giant spiked or dreadlocked hair and piercings all over. The whole store (two floors of it) was in darkness, the only light source being a UV lighting system. Every garment glowed under the light, from leotards reminiscent of the Jetsons, to make-up that glows under black light, to weird little gadgets that would satisfy any nerd. All-in-all a very surreal, but exciting shopping experience.

2. Real punks don’t like getting their photo taken.

There were so many people in Camden (and London in general) dressed in the most amazing get-ups. I wanted to take a photo of every one and document it, but this becomes very difficult in the hustle and bustle of the London streets.

I saw two awesome looking punks at Camden market and I had a chance to try and take a photo through the crowds. I managed to get this nice blurry one:

Note: The scary punk above is purposefully unidentifyable. This is for my own safety.

The other punk (like he had Spidey-senses or something) stopped walking and turned around to face me across the thousands of people passing between us. The “look” he proceeded to give me, still chills my bones to this day. It was the kind of expression that cuts through crowds. I have never seen a “look” that combines so many emotions before. Disgust, Anger and the intense need to punch me in the face. Needless to say, I almost wet myself and my camera was back in my coat pocket before you could say “Cheese and crackers!”

Never again.

Real punks are scary.


3. There is no theatre like London West End theatre.

When my mom asked what I would like to do in London, the only thing I was sure of, was that I wanted to go watch a West End musical.

I had read so many good things about “Wicked” online and I had seen it being referenced on TV quite often, so I thought it would be the obvious choice. Also, I had never seen it before and that made it all the more exciting.

The Apollo Victoria theatre… *angels chorus*

What a fantastic choice! The show was incredible. I really, REALLY loved it. It was all about the Wicked Witch of the West telling the story of The Wizard of Oz through her eyes. Lovely music and a really clever script.

I had been waiting for one song in particular, because I had previously heard it on an episode of Glee. (And youtubed a few thousand versions)

Defying gravity.

When it came on, I was so overwhelmed by how amazing the set, costumes and vocals were, I bawled like the biggest musical-loving baby there ever was. Of course, this was then a cue for the lights to come on for interval, only to reveal a wonderfully red and blotchy-faced me. Still, it was SO worth it.

4. Madam Tussauds never gets old.

It really doesn’t. I’ve been a total of three times already, and every time I have a blast. They make new sculptures quite often, so if you only go every few years, there will always be something new for you to look at.

I knew she was real!!!

They’ve also recently opened a 4D Marvel theatre. Such a cool experience and really well done! The storyline involves some of the better known Marvel characters meeting up just outside the Madam Tussauds building, where something goes horribly… horribly… wrong…

Really great effects and a chocolate toffee-apple in hand, I was perfectly happy!

5. I visit museums, therefore I am cultured.

Most of our days were spent in educational surroundings…. Yes, yes, we are incredibly intelligent, cultured travellers.

Our most notable museum visits were…

The Natural History museum:

Where Ben Stiller at?

The Science museum:

The first Apple Mac – front and centre.

And Tate’s Modern art museum:

Whaam! By Roy Lichtenstein – I remember having to analyze this in an art exam. Quite unreal.

Andy Warhol!!! The whole Warhol room was even plastered in his wallpaper design! Cows everywhere.

And that is how I spent 5 days of my globe-trekking… Next stop: Miami! 😀



“And where the traveller goes, nobody knows…”

Five things I’ve learnt on my travels this week

1. Virgin Atlantic Upper class is infinitely better than any flight you may experience in your life.

On my flight to the UK, I had the extreme luck of being upgraded to Upper class on Virgin Atlantic. What a pleasure! I’ve never had such a comfortable flight overseas before.

On boarding my flight, my coat was hung up and I was greeted with a drink. I then made my way to the massive cubicle hotel room they called “my seat”. The seat was a couch-like chair with a foot stool that, at the press of a button, flipped over into a full bed, complete with duvet and pillows.

There was a crap-load of tv shows and new movies to watch while dinner was brought to me (Course by course, I might add) on a table dressed with a tablecloth and little airplane shaped salt and pepper shakers.

Fingers crossed for an upgrade on the flight back. Minus the annoying talkative British lady in the next seat, who, incidently, moved from her previous seat because of an annoying neighbour.

2. Seeing 20-plus falling stars in one night counts as witnessing a meteor shower.

I was told by family that I was on the coast of Greece at the perfect time to witness the annual Perseid meteor shower. The 12th of August 2010 was marked as the peak night to view falling stars during a week-long meteor shower. I stayed up until 3:30am on the 12th to see as many falling stars as I could. I managed just over 20 that night. The next two nights also had few, but they weren’t as clear.

It was seriously pretty though, and I think it was probably even more stunning in the darker parts of the country. Totally worth being tired 4 mornings in a row.

3. Does this dress make me look fat? No, the thousands of kilos worth of Greek pastries make you look fat.

You totally understand the concept of obesity when dining in Greece. The unhealthy/healthy food ratio here is seriously unbalanced. There is so much good (and fattening) food here, I think I may just end up rolling my way back to South Africa. Also, I think my family has made it their mission to feed me until I pass out. (I’m not complaining, but there is only so much elastic in my wardrobe.)

The restaurants are also way more creative here. I wish we had more themed restaurants back home. It really makes the dining experience more pleasurable.

This beautiful little place is the 50s themed “Route 66”

Burgers, fries, onion rings and a jukebox. Good music, good decor, good food. LOVED it.

This place was the medievel themed “Kastro” (Castle)

Really yummy ice-creams here with an incredible city/ocean view. Definitely worth a visit.

This is heart-shaped cheese being sold in Harrods at the Heathrow airport. I just thought it was cute.

4. 70 Euros? On sale???

Europe is incredibly expensive. I can’t emphasize this enough. Our Rand to Euro exchange is already a little bit of a crap one, but the cost of living here is just way too pricy!

I happen to be here during the country’s holiday season, where the shops close early and everything is on sale. (Due to the intense 40 degree heat and everyone going away on holiday.) I was like “HELL YEAH, sales!!!” But honestly, Greece’s sale items cost the same as, if not sometimes more than, our full-priced items in South Africa. I’ve found a few decently priced things, but I’ve walked right past numerous stores because of their stupidly priced products. (Sigh.)

5. People drive like maniacs here.

I don’t think I have prayed so many times in a car as what I have being a passenger here in Athens. Holy guacamole, people drive like complete loons here. Speed limitations are invisible and driving at 15okm/h in a quiet residential area is completely normal.

Orange traffic lights are a warning to speed up and red ones are a warning to dodge on-coming cars. None of the roads are marked and the driver often isn’t sure if they are on a one-way or two-way road. All the parking is parrallel parking, which doesn’t give the driver any reason to slow down at all.

When you’re a pedestrian, you have the right of way and when you’re a driver you have the right of way. It’s basically a game of “Chicken”, where the loser is the person to move out of the way first. Scary stuff.


Besides almost dying while travelling, I’m having fun and I’ve turned a darker shade of pale. (YAY for sunshine!) This past Sunday was an important religious holiday here, Panayea (The feast day of the Virgin Mary). We went to church and visited a market-like festival. Fun fun fun.

Also, Happy Birthday to my mommy!!! I wish you were here with me. I miss you all very much! 🙂



PS: All photos my own.

“These boots are made for walking…”


I want.

These Devotte boots in particular. Or something similar. (Unless of course someone wants to buy these for me)

I likey boots.

While we’re on the topic of  “Shoes that Zozette wants”… I could also do with some brogues.

Yes, brogues.

That is all.




PS: Yo! Throw these in the shopping cart while you’re at it… Seriously.

– Z 🙂

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