Who knew that after an approximately 15 hour long journey, including a beautiful view of someone's travel sickness on the coach and the consumption of some very dubious looking omelette, I could be on such a hype usually only experienced by a two year old after eating a whole bag of sour Haribo. Seeing my first yellow taxi was enough to set me off, bouncing about as much as humanly possible with legs that had not been used in 9 hours. I got rather snap happy on the coach to the hotel, only realising later that most of the photos only captured the reflection of my friend in the seat in front and promptly deleting them so as not to look like a crazy stalker.
Upon arrival to our hotel, I was amazed at the little fountains outside and the glass fronted building with the luxurious reception...... ok so our hotel was actually next door, but I dared to dream for that split second, silly me. Our hotel, at first glance, seemed very quaint. A small reception with two "elevators" at the back. It seemed pretty average and exactly what I would expect from a short University trip.... until I reached our room.
Jade.. the designated key bearer.. opened the door. Immediately screaming "Oh my God! It's huge!!" Well I automatically assumed she was being sarcastic, not understanding how such a small hallway could hide such a large room. But I investigated and got all giddy again. Kitchen, dining area, living room, bedroom, bathroom. I thought only kings lived this way... or people with jobs.
After flicking through every single US channel ever made, we ventured out into the big city. It must have been slightly annoying for everyone I was with when I was acting like I had never seen the world before, adopting an overactive pointing obsession and regularly exclaiming, "Wow! Lets take a picture of this! I'm sure this is famous!" I ruined every chance for my friends to be 'subtle tourists'. Oh well...my bad!
