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... on all your extremities and throwing up your breakfast on a regular basis with good old cheap doxycycline. For me it's a no brainer and it's doxy all the way; my logic being that I'm Irish and therefore going to burn anyway, at least I'll be able to afford a breakfast to throw up in the first place and I won't end up talking to the empty chair next to me and getting depressed when it doesn't answer (or worse, thinking it does). Antimalarials bought it's then on to the frontline ...
... objects in darkness. It was the most freighting and amazing experience at the same time, it was like being in a horror movie (think saw). The three of us were screaming, laughing and swearing our heads off as we made our way through, the end finale was being chased out by a crazy man with a chain saw. It was done so well we all feared for our lives! As we came down from our adrenaline rush we walked along the Thames river to the tower bridge where we were blessed with ...
... wait to get on it. The train ride to edgware was quick and we were only an hour and a half behind our anticipated arrival time to the house. Unfortunately we had no way of getting onto Sarah to let her know we would be late so she was a bit stressed when we arrived. The rest of the evening was spent being zombies, going for a walk to the super market and to get dinner. Our heads hit the pillow just after 8pm and it was straight to ...
So, I'm home. I've had a wonderful time, but I am so very glad to be home!
Over the last month I have travelled over 25,000km, had nearly 600 hits on my blog and taken over 2,000 pictures... and definitely not had enough sleep, but that's another story!
I don't have much to say, other than to let you all know that I got home safely, and that if you ...
So. Heart attack causing problem number one solved!
This morning I went to check in for my second flight on my way to Beijing, and my passport had disappeared. Completely. It wasn't in my travel wallet. It wasn't on the floor. It had just gone.
So if you saw me and my mother rushing around the house in our pyjamas at 9am this morning, that would be why.
I phoned the shopping centre in case it had ended up in my handbag and then ...