King of my castle (Portugal #3)

King of my castle

Kings and queens, when they decide not to be genocidal maniacs or persistent inbreeders, hold many lessons for us; they teach us of the importance of a quality education, of how life needs to be performed with class, of fashion and style and stuffing your face with foie gras.

So don’t be a peasant, and read this post.

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Sugar Rush (Portugal #2)

Sugar Rush

Baking teaches us, if you ask me, a vital lesson about life: if you want your cake to be sweet, you better put sugar in it. Yet we all know that sugar gets you fat, rots your teeth and ages your skin. But what would be the point of eating cake after cake of unsavory dough, to forsake the sweetness of pleasure simply because it brings a cost with it?

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Lazy cats (Portugal #1)

Miradouro in Lisbon

“If you trust in yourself. . .and believe in your dreams. . .and follow your star. . . you’ll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren’t so lazy.” T. Pratchett

Luckily enough, the cats of Lisbon didn’t seem too fussed about being beaten to anything by anyone, as they lay there, in an almost dead-like manner, baking gently in the sun. The streets were quiet, old and tired. It gets to you, time, it really does. Your bones set in, bits and pieces fall apart, and cities are just like people.

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The Mist (India #8)

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Goosebumps were popping up my skin like rabid whack-a-moles, my teeth clattering and nearly shattering from my body trembling. It wasn’t so much Stephen King’s beast that was causing this reaction; it was the cold of Northern India at 6 am. I wasn’t entirely sure whether my weeks in the much warmer southern parts was making everything seem much more dreadful and meaningless.

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Burger & Lobster

Burger & Lobster

Some people (and lesser bloggers) would at times shout “location, location!” as if stringing two words, a comma and an exclamation mark is something that being of higher intellect find difficult. What you could say, however, is that the prime location within Harvey Nichols ensures a high price and a good enough level of pretentiousness that means you have queues for hours.

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The desert and the sea (India #6)

Jodhpur

From the green, luscious jungles of the south, I had finally arrived at the gateway to the desert: Jodhpur. The houses, most painted a version of pale blue, reminded me of a great body of water, and, hence, the title. No, it is neither heat stroke nor food poisoning, it actually made sense.

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The Gilbert Scott

The Gilbert Scott

An old, wrinkly man sat at the piano, and his wrinkles sat there with him. Happy notes were springing off the keys and hopped all over the place, gentle and soft. The lights were suddenly dimmed, to remind me of how much I currently lack any romantic interest in my life. Except cats.

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