Epic European Adventure, Interlude 1: Cadbury World
Apparently also called like, 'Birmingham' or something.
OFFICIAL: I shall be a Sydney-sider as of this weekend - earlier than I had anticipated but I figure I really should be there for O-week. Haven't even started packing, aren't I organised? BUT I did manage to sell my car (depressing right up until I received the bill for the next insurance payment in the mail HAH I THINK NOT) and organise a few other bits and pieces, so I'm not a total loss. ALSO: EXCITED. I keep thinking of the billions of things Sydney'll make possible - from fabric sources to gyms to an IEGlobal group that's actually active.
HOWEEEEEEVER the early arrival means I'm spending my birthday in Sydney. Since I have a) very little time to organise anything and b) no where to host it, I suspect there will be a dinner of some kind? PERHAPS. Possibly I will just be entirely lazy and let Anna drag me dancing. HMMM.
THIS POST MAKES NO SENSE. I am completely out of it, possibly caused by trauma resulting from actually having to catch a bus today. D:
Or possibly it's these photos.
You see that bag? You see that bag filled with chocolate? We hadn't even made it to the store yet. This is at the START, with our stomachs already lined with molten chocolate mixed with a choice of things and spooned from a cup. They like to give you chocolate. I like to take it, so I see no issues here.
....this really wasn't the strangest part.
Plant two beans, you get a pumpkin. Plant a hundred, you get your own personal manservant!
HAPPINESS: FUCK YEAH
The store!
Post store booty. :D Note that Fahye's expression has become stuck - this is due to the techniques employed by the Cadbury tour to break your mind (singing, animatronic cocoa beans) and brainwash you in your subsequent susceptibility (holographic face and people and video and alskdjlaksd TRAUMA :S).
MY FUTURE CAR. YOU KNOW IT.
Mechanical singing cocoa beans not pictured.
Thank christ.
PS. 'Interlude' translates to 'not many photos' in this case. Paris will be similar. But next! EDINBURGH. <3
OFFICIAL: I shall be a Sydney-sider as of this weekend - earlier than I had anticipated but I figure I really should be there for O-week. Haven't even started packing, aren't I organised? BUT I did manage to sell my car (depressing right up until I received the bill for the next insurance payment in the mail HAH I THINK NOT) and organise a few other bits and pieces, so I'm not a total loss. ALSO: EXCITED. I keep thinking of the billions of things Sydney'll make possible - from fabric sources to gyms to an IEGlobal group that's actually active.
HOWEEEEEEVER the early arrival means I'm spending my birthday in Sydney. Since I have a) very little time to organise anything and b) no where to host it, I suspect there will be a dinner of some kind? PERHAPS. Possibly I will just be entirely lazy and let Anna drag me dancing. HMMM.
THIS POST MAKES NO SENSE. I am completely out of it, possibly caused by trauma resulting from actually having to catch a bus today. D:
Or possibly it's these photos.
You see that bag? You see that bag filled with chocolate? We hadn't even made it to the store yet. This is at the START, with our stomachs already lined with molten chocolate mixed with a choice of things and spooned from a cup. They like to give you chocolate. I like to take it, so I see no issues here.
....this really wasn't the strangest part.
Plant two beans, you get a pumpkin. Plant a hundred, you get your own personal manservant!
HAPPINESS: FUCK YEAH
The store!
Post store booty. :D Note that Fahye's expression has become stuck - this is due to the techniques employed by the Cadbury tour to break your mind (singing, animatronic cocoa beans) and brainwash you in your subsequent susceptibility (holographic face and people and video and alskdjlaksd TRAUMA :S).
MY FUTURE CAR. YOU KNOW IT.
Mechanical singing cocoa beans not pictured.
Thank christ.
PS. 'Interlude' translates to 'not many photos' in this case. Paris will be similar. But next! EDINBURGH. <3