Live the London way... F&M

Be it taking the tube... river travel on the Thames... sourcing a good meal at Chinatown...

Day 6 - 8... in Paris... Part 2

Day 1 passed in a haze and we were determined to start the "actual sight-seeing". After breakfast at the local Mac, we sent F&M to the Louvre. Must see Mona Lisa - I must have repeated that line 50 times. However what I didn't realise F&M were not into art. Darn - wasted $? After the terrible Japanese dinner last night (actually Chinese food masquerading as Jap food), we were determined to get this right.

We walked down the Avenue Opera in search for some authentic Japanese yakitori and tempura and stumbled upon one. First impression was good but the second rekindled last night's fear - the lady serving us spoke in Mandarin. However the food turned out to be pretty fab and we actually forgotten to take some pictures!

Four satisfied stomachs and we subsequently headed to Eiffel Tower. A must-go and one that catches all imaginations. Just the sight of it inspires romance (fair to say, the French had great disdain for it in the early years). Me and wifey went up four years ago and the sight was very pretty. Sweeping view of Paris and street lamps lighting up glorious Paris at night.

We soon sent F&M up to enjoy the sights while we headed for a much-needed rest. €5 for a small bottle of water and a hot-dog! No wonder the French are not complaining about the Eiffel Tower. American tourists or OL (old ladies) in the words of Mrs Ong were lapping up the obviously-overpriced food. I headed for the residential areas in search for a better bargain (Singaporean mah). After 25 minutes, I finally found a local store. €1.44 for two 1-litre bottle of Evian - more like it!

F&M obviously liked the Tower more than Louvre, evidenced by the 90 minutes they spent up in the air. M even got some souvenirs! The sunset glow cast on the Tower makes it prettier and it was certainly difficult to peel myself away. Have to return again some day.

In all our previous trips to Paris, we made sure that each trip brings us to a differnt part of Paris. This was no exception - except this new part wasn't exactly glittering and sexy - Chinatown at Port de Choisy. Eng Khim has arranged for us to feast on some proper nice Chinese cuisine tonight.

Eng Khim, a very good friend of mine, was posted to Paris as part of his military tour. Having just become a father, it was certainly very heart-wrenching to leave all alone for a foreign land. I know that feeling. What's worse he arrived in a non-English land. As he shared with us the initial problems and feelings over superb dishes of duck and char siew, I can't help but admire this man. He has always been known as the Ironman among the brothers but even a tough nut can crack under such circumstances.

Day 6 - 8... in Paris.. Part 1

Just five hours of sleep before I struggled out of bed at a quarter to four. The taxi will come in 30 minutes to pick us up to St Pancreas. If only Eurostar remained at Waterloo. What used to be a 10-minutes tube ride is now a 30-minutes cab journey.



We arrived and cleared customs smoothly and swiftly. Here we continued our yearly pilgrimage to the City of Lights, a trip first started in December 2005. I have hardly settled into a steady sleep before the announcement came that we have arrived in Paris. Not bad, at least twenty minutes faster than usual.

The annual trip made it easier for us to find our way around. Louvre is definitely easier to find. In the last few trips, we have stayed with friends at their place just outside Paris, at a hotel near Arc de Triomphe (until bad service last year turned us away) and also at the smallest hotel room ever at Saint Augustin. After a quick change at Gare de I'est we reached Hôtel Louvre Bons Enfants. Nice - just five minutes' walk to the Louvre.



We walked to the Louvre and from there, headed towards Champs Elysees, taking in view of the Jardin des Tuileries and the Concorde. Like most Singaporeans, we find ourselves at Louis Vuitton. And €2k out of the pocket. Thankfully, none of the "luxuries" were for Mrs Ong.



Hunger stomachs took over the agenda for the day. What better food than French deliciacies - Escargot!

Day 4 and 5... Shopping and Shipping

It's remarkable how time flies as F&M close out Day 5 of their Euro adventure. It's back to moving around London after the past few days outside London.

Harrods heralds the trio, cash flooded the tills as F&M stocked up on gifts and souvenirs for family and friends back home. I wasn't around the witness the carnage but enjoy the pictures!

Day 3... in the Eye

I woke up, half-thinking I am on holiday after seeing Mrs Ong sound asleep. The alarm rang. Me once again waking up two minutes before the buzzer. Is this what they term the biological clock? Nonetheless, I have to work. Someone has to bring food to the table right?



Wifey brought the folks to Buckingham Palace. After all, we failed to meet the Queen at Windsor. They say if you are determined, you will be rewarded. But they didn't tell us the Queen was way up north in Scotland. F&M took a walk across St James's Park, right in the heart of London towards Whitehall. Nice open place amid the cluster. And continuing the clock theme, F&M decided to check time using a grandfather's clock.



The last sightseeing brought the three to the London Eye. Our last trip there didn't make much of an impression but F&M still wanted a trip up in the clouds. Apparently, F was very impressed with the 3D show prior to the actual capsule adventure. Food for thought Mr Singapore Flyer?



The food theme tonight was Spanish fare - seafood paella, roasted potato in tomato and cheese, garlic mushrooms and prawns. I have soon forgotten my lunch-time turkey fillet meal. If you can see what we ate, you probably hope I had not eaten the turkey.

Day 2... in Windsor

Following yesterday's triumphant return, where else can we venture? To the castle of course!



Windsor - home to the Queen - was our destination on Day 2. Me and Xueyan were there five months ago but did not have the chance to visit the dollhouse and State rooms due to the Good Friday's crowd. The weather was gloomy, windy and cold (welcome to the UK). A guided tour enabled us to better appreciate the ground and history (tales of seduction and adultery etc). Two hours came by and vanished before we headed to a nearby cafe to recharge batteries.



We hastened to Bicester Shopping Village, hoping to hit the tills before shops close at 6pm. In a hurry to get there, I found myself at times hitting 180km/h and had to ease my breath to calm down to a safer 100km/h. After all, I have retired from F-1, so time to relax.

F&M were not in a hurry to shop and despite the massive discounts available - VAT refund and 30-40% discount off, we did not manage much success. Only a simple sweater for the coming (dreaded) winter and some moisturiser. A £600+ Tag Kirium caught my attention. Nice but ultimately unwise in such economic circumstances. Have been spending quite a bit recently on car servicing and changing the tyres, so waist strength-training is to be deferred.

F&M were not too keen on shopping and we were quite tired and simply hoping to return to London to catch a quick bite before putting the feet up for another day out. But F&M definitely miss home and they want to send their greetings back to you folks!

Day 1... in London

And so Father and Mother Wee are finally in town. After an exhausting flight from Singapore and a two-hour wait at the customs, the blur duo met very tired-looking F&M. And the journey doesn't end here - it's another 1.5 hours to home in Canary Wharf.

The 长老s woke up extremely early this morning. We wonder if it's jetlag or homesick. But an long ride out awaits us. Started the morning at Borough Market - a place where we will bring all visitors to makan and sight-see and celeb-watch (remember Steven Lim from Growing Up?). Bought latte from him. And he still looks the same.



A Turkey sandwich was followed by a bratwurst bun and chorizo wrap. F&M went for something exotic in the drinks - carrot, apple, GINGER and WHEATGRASS!

The weather was fantastic - mid-20s with proper, proper sunshine. We headed to the Esher in Surrey, a two-hour ride from central London - no thanks to the jam. Must be the folks heading down to Brighton/Portsmouth for a day at the beach.



We have heard a lot about fruits-picking in the UK. Surely the coming autumn would signal the end of the picking season - we however refused to be daunted by the tough task ahead. Garsons at Esher is a beautiful place. I can imagine retiring in such surroundings. A wide park with ducks-filled ponds, country houses, lots of green. What bliss.



It's like bringing toys to a child. Armed with bags and boxes, we stomped on fields like mighty conquerers heading for a victorious kill. Strawberries, plums, raspberries and apples - all sweet and succulent. Like kiasu Singaporeans, each target bush/tree was subjected to a trial. Unfinished bites gave hint to a possible sour apple, probable honey lay near buzzing bees.







We brought the plunder back back to London after two hours in the field. Rested our legs at Four Seasons Duck before returning for a well-deserved rest. It's to Windsor tomorrow and a shopping extravagaza at Bicester!







P/S: Looks like it's ONLY the air around the Wees which is cold. I was sweating!