I have kind of figured out how to do a web album. Please see "Photos" link on the right of the screen. This will take u take Picasa and hopefully from there u can navigate around our albums...I'm sure there's a better way but I can't figure it out! They're not all there yet either... working on it in my lunch breaks!
Pannekoeken
Thursday (28/06) night we went out to dinner with Sheree & Marty who are friends from Hamilton, NZ. It was soo great to see them and quite surreal wandering around London with people from back home. We went to a restaurant called “My Old Dutch” which serves savoury and desert pancakes. The pancakes are massive, but lovely and thin. We all managed to get through our savoury ones and later tried a desert one between two. It was awesome, heaps of different ‘flavours’ to choose from eg. mango curry, smoked salmon, roasted duck, chilli con carne etc. 
No Woman No Cry
Monday we started the job hunt. I rang up the 2 agents I’d been emailing and arranged appointments for that afternoon and the next day. First time on the tube by myself and I’m pleased to say it was a breeze J T appointment went well and I was offered my first temping assignment to start Wednesday. A Big sigh of relief! I’d heard it would be easy for me to get legal secretary work but until you actually do, you still have doubts. So this job is for 8 days, could be longer and in the meantime they keep ringing me about 3 month contracts that are coming up, but nothing I’m keen for so far.
Monday night we scooted off to the O2 stadium to see Damian & ?? Marley (two of Bob Marley’s sons…I think!) perform. It was a free gig outside the stadium. It’s not really my type of music but it was actually fun and it was neat when they did some of Bob’s songs: “Buffalo Soldier” and “No Woman, No Cry” so of course I hollered along to those. We brought takeaways for dinner which cost £14 for both of us…unfortunately I was still in the “converting” stage so nearly had a cow when I realised our meal had cost us the equivalent of NZ$40! I really have to stop doing that, it’s actually not that badly priced over here…once you’re earning the pound that is! I plan to go shopping with Lee-Ann this weekend as I need a few more work clothes and other stuff. I’m really looking forward to it as I haven’t been shopping for me since Christmas. I still can’t buy too much though as it won’t fit in my backpack :(
Monday night we scooted off to the O2 stadium to see Damian & ?? Marley (two of Bob Marley’s sons…I think!) perform. It was a free gig outside the stadium. It’s not really my type of music but it was actually fun and it was neat when they did some of Bob’s songs: “Buffalo Soldier” and “No Woman, No Cry” so of course I hollered along to those. We brought takeaways for dinner which cost £14 for both of us…unfortunately I was still in the “converting” stage so nearly had a cow when I realised our meal had cost us the equivalent of NZ$40! I really have to stop doing that, it’s actually not that badly priced over here…once you’re earning the pound that is! I plan to go shopping with Lee-Ann this weekend as I need a few more work clothes and other stuff. I’m really looking forward to it as I haven’t been shopping for me since Christmas. I still can’t buy too much though as it won’t fit in my backpack :(
Lost & Found
I forgot to include this neat story that happened to us in Rome. We ventured out from the hostel one evening around 8pm and knew that buses finished at midnight but that there were some Night buses running…long story short we missed our stop and ended up somewhere random with the driver telling us in very broken English that it was the last stop and that there were no more buses that night! We wandered down the street, not having a clue what to do and saw a gelato shop that was open so decided to ask them if they could ring a taxi for us, they couldn’t speak English but pointed down the road for a phone. We then realised even if we found the phone we didn’t know a taxi no. or, more importantly, where we even were. I asked a couple sitting outside the shop if they could speak English, the guy could a little and whether they knew a taxi ph no. They didn’t! But next thing, they were walking us down to the bus-stop to double check and when they confirmed there were no more buses, through a mixture of half English/Italian and hand-signals they told us to wait there while they hopped on their scooter and went home to pick up their car so they could give us a ride back to our hostel!! They drove us the whole way and wouldn’t accept any money. Lovely aye.
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