Unsporty vists Sporty Wonderland

Trip Start Jun 29, 2006
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Monday, July 3, 2006

Well hello there,

Welcome to my Blog, which coincidently almost doesnt sound like the Croatian word for 'Hi' (Bawg). But hold on, Im not there yet am I? No Ive just arrived fresh as a button in Heathrow airport to the cuttest boy north of the equator with a sign saying ŽLady Louise'

Thats me.

Now please excuse the lack of punctuation in this entry as I am on strange and unusual Eastern European keyboard.

I decided to try and beat jet lag by staying up the night before I left - which I would have had to do anyway cause I didnt start packing until the early hours of Thursday, 29 June.

But back to Heathrow.

After a quick snog, I was whisked away to Tim's childhood mini break haven, Centre Parcs. I went with trepidation, being the masterfully coordinated creature that I am, to a place which seemed to be a sports retreat.

But it's so much more!

Centre Parcs is just amazing! Its like a remote relaxing enclave for families to have fun. There are no cars allowed so everybody rides bikes through fir forested paths that pass by waterfalls. There are bunnies everywhere! There are also deer, squirrels and lots of birds.

Tim enrolled for pretty much every kind of sporting activity available while I reserved my time for things like swimming, relaxing and falconry.

There is an incredible pool area which is equipped with slides, wave pool and a white water rapid section guaranteed to get water up your nose - especially when certain boyfriend drags you down it. (for all you Queenstown folk, I think it was a good idea that I never went river boarding as I got caught in every wave pool available).

The closest thing i came to sporting achievement was watching Tim win the pool competition, very impressive. But we did take part in Falconry. For those ignorant to the difficult sport of falconry it is getting big birds of prey to fly to your hand.

It was such a wonderful way to start my trip - and Im so grateful to Tims mum cause she arranged it all for us.

On our last night there we played the Great Game of Britian. Now this game, Im sure, would take around 45 minutes to complete but in his youth, Tim had changed the way the game works, so it can take 4 to 5 hours instead. Despite my horrendous knowledge of Brittish geography I won (woohoo).

Anyway, I better be off. Its quite late. I'll probabrly write another entry quite soon as I'm overdue!

All my love,

Louise

Ps. please excuse spelling can't be bothered to do a spell check.
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frankie
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Spike has big lips
Hello ratface,
I knew you'd love Centre Parcs! The wave machine alone...
I'm very glad you're blogging - can't wait to hear all your adventures. & great photos, although I was slightly mortified by the title you gave to Stonehenge.
I'm getting the stiches out in 2 days (yay!) & have named the scar Angry Kenny in honour of a certain calm character.
xoxo

ezra
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Trick photography
how did he fit in that car??

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