Lyndon in London

Arriving in the city for which my parents named me after... or was the city named after me.... anyway I can't help but feel a loving affection for it. As a child I've always dreamt of living in Europe, hanging out with my english uncs. They own a restraunt on Shaftsbury Ave called the Mayflower. At one point it was the most popular chinese resteraunt in London, something like 2-3 hour waiting times, and people waited. A few of you have had the pleasure of eating there, and anybody who wants just let me know, and I promise you wont have to wait 2 hours for me to turn up. Beautiful food, I guarantee.

At this point it is pertinent that you should meet my travel bitch. May I present to you the ever so stylish, light saber weilding, oestrogen over loaded, sister lovin', big spending, greek god who's idea of a long relationsship is anything over 3 months. Please meet Gregorious Grigoriou, or better known as: Graz the Cunning Listener.

With only a brief hiatus, we decided morph into backpacker mode and head off. With the idea of having a mind blowing experience before we started working proffesionally again, we decided to head to Belgium and Holland. With the promise of chocolate, beer, cafe and scantily clad women hanging out in glass cages, we really couldn't say no. So we didn't.