Wednesday, August 25, 2010
How's this for some spontaneity.
Yesterday, at around 2:00pm central atlantic time, a group of us have decided to go on a girl's trip.
Bearing in mind, i'm going to Stockholm this weekend with my boy, I have a few South African mates out at the moment, so we're going to Guernsey.
Channel island, wedged next to France. It's so random. Girls weekend! Let's go to Ibiza! No lets go to Guernsey! Wtf, so darby, we are in hysterics.
One mate doesn't have a Schengen, usual story, so we have to stick to the British Isles. Guernsey seemed nice.
We're flying. That's the most hysterical part of the whole deal - I mean, we will be in the sky for all of 15 minutes by the looks of things. Take off, then land in Guernsey.
Orioginally we were thinking Mallorca, or Menorca or something Spanish and sizzling.
Now, we're going to sizzle in Guernsey. And weirdly enough I've been to Jersey before too.
Bring on the wine, quaint little quasi Franco-Anglo cottages and sea decks, I'm about to fly to Guernsey.
Then it's Sweden. Too much excitement for these little trips away.