First and foremost, I am in the Mother Country, England. Word of advice, believe everything that they tell you about London: it's grey, it's miserable and it's exorbitantly expensive. The Sterling Pound is ruthless against the hapless Australian Dollar which stirs enough hesitation to think twice about that Kripsy Kreme donut. This aside, I don't mind it here, I can't exactly call it home yet but I can eventually see myself calling it home, if only for a little while.
Actually the etymology of the blog name Nudie Run was inspired whilst packing for my overseas adventure. A rule of thumb for traveling is, pack only what you need and pack items that will complement the lifestyle/type of travel. Every trip needs a pair of denim, but denim that does not require regular washing was obviously designed by a journeyman (or woman) or just spawned from the depths of shear laziness. So I decided as a little bit of novelty to wear my pair of Nudie Jeans to each and every destination eventually washing them ONLY once I had arrived back in Sydney.
So comes the end to my pilgrimage, the holiday adventure stops here but the test of adversity begins now. Ugh, I can't believe I typed that, it's all too cliched and/or something that would be plastered across a promotional movie poster. Stay tuned for my next installment, whenever or whatever that may be...
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