How To Travel on a Students' Budget

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Countless are the times that my friends and followers have messaged asking me how and why I travel so much. I take it as a compliment and truth be told it’s one that I enjoy receiving. I am constantly challenging myself on a daily basis to try new things and seek out new experiences; travelling just happens t fall under this category. Truth be told, I don’t exactly hide the fact that I travel extensively. Just like the average millennial, I am always posting my whereabouts online. However, I don’t do this to show off or to flex on the haters. Instead, I do it to inspire others to travel the globe and discover what this beautiful world has to offer.

Travelling is often made out to be a complex palace involving a ton of expenses, logistics and time to plan the perfect holiday. However, it doesn’t have to be any of the above. In first year, in the midst of my final exams, my boyfriend and I broke up. My friend and I decided to plan a holiday, and a week later, we were on a flight to Tenerife. The travel cost us 20€ return each, our AirBnB came to 30€ for both nights and food was cheap when we avoided the tourist traps. All in all, the three-day trip cost me around 80€ which I think is relatively cheap, especially considering that some people can spend 80€ on three nights out clubbing. This brings me to my first tip.

Barcelona

#1 Tip: Budget mindfully

In other words, think about compromises. Maybe one night you’ll have one pint instead of two. Put that money aside into your savings towards your holiday. I personally use this online banking app called Monzo. I too of showing me where my spending goes each month, it also automatically rounds up my pennies to the nearest pound and puts that money aside into my savings that I’ll use on my next holiday.

#2 Sign Up to Marketing Emails

I know that there is massive controversy about how much Google really knows about us. I, personally, adore my customised adverts as it always shows me what I want to see, but this is a story for another time. The reason why I always get the best deals in terms of prices is because I sign up to marketing emails. Ryanair is great for them as they often have very cheap flights from £5. The only catch is that they’re often from Stansted (an awkward airport if there ever was one) and at inconvenient times. I remember having to catch at 8AM flight to Berlin with one of my friends and having to sleep on the floor just so that we could make it on time. 

#3 Don’t expect luxury

Something to bear in mind when travelling in budget ; your life isn’t always going to be luxury. Sometimes you’ll have to go out of your comfort zone and so-called “rough it”, and that should be fine. We’re going, we’re penniless, and we have a passion for studying. 

Dubai

Just on a side note: although I am telling you all how to save money when travelling, never risk your safety. If you’re walking home late at night, it’s best to get a taxi back, rather than walking some unfamiliar streets. This is especially relevant for people in a foreign country and if you don’t speak the local language. If you ever feel in any kind of danger, ask for help and stay in areas where it is well lit with people around you. Always have emergency phone numbers for the local area that you can access easily, too. 

Berlin

Now that I have covered the basics, I want to discuss my personal journey, starting from October 2017. This was my trip to Berlin, where I found dirt cheap tickets from Stansted. The three-day trip cost no more than £120, including eating out and going out money. 

My next trip was for my 20th birthday to Barcelona with my boyfriend. We chose an AirBnB slightly out of the centre which saved a lot of money in terms of accommodation. We got a travel pass to travel around, which we would have done anyway even if we lived in the centre. 

Over Easter, I went to Bordeaux to check out the university that I would be attending the following year. 

Over Summer, I grabbed a lifetime opportunity. I became one of the five student ambassadors chosen to travel around the UK in order to advertise the #StudentArtPass. All my expenses were covered and I was paid on top of this. It was one of the most insightful trips of my life, and I again received a lot of messages about this. If it weren’t for me seeking out the opportunity and applying, I’d never had had this experience. Therefore, another tip would be to keep an eye out for job offers and opportunity that involve travelling. Personally, after I graduate I hope to work abroad so that I can travel and still earn money. I did this over summer when I moved to London for an internship. I consider my hometown to be Bournemouth, so loving in the capital was great fun for me.

London

Last but not least, it was actually compulsory as part of my degree to take a year out to study abroad. If you haven’t read or watched my blog on this, do follow this link here. But I’d highly recommend choosing a course whereby you take a year to live and study in a foreign country. I’ve personally loved and learnt a lot about myself during this time. I was even able to travel whilst abroad, taking trips around France and across the border to Spain. Remember, as always, to budget, find cheap deals and stay safe.

Thank you for reading and safe travels.

Yours,

University, Summer in London and Living Abroad | 2018 in a Nutshell

Dragging five suitcases across Lille's poorly signposted train stations was not the glamorous way I expected my French term to end. My seemingly sensible choice of booking the Eurostar back to the UK in order for me to carry all of my purchases now appeared rather irrational as this resulted in having to pause every few steps to take a break. It took me about 10MINS to walk 100 metres from Lille's main station to the International Station - a drab, open airspace, which appeared so unwelcoming that part of me was glad to be heading home. However, as I barricaded myself in my seat with luggage towering around me, I couldn't help but smile at the memories that I had collected in the past six months.

The third term of university was a blur to me. I got into a somewhat insane routine where my flatmates and I would wake up at 6:30AM, walk through Spoons to grab a breakfast-to-go and catch the 7AM bus into campus and be sat down by 7:45AM ready to study. Even then the library would be filling up and the closer to exam season the harder it became to find a spot. We'd stay in the library until about 10PM, only having breaks to talk about how stressed we were and how we wanted to cry. We were fueled by panic, a fear of failure, and a great deal of coffee. We'd all picked up smoking in dire attempt to subdue our stress levels, not clicking the Menthols if we really wanted that hoarse voice the next day. It was a time of sheer exhaustion but also a huge adrenaline rush that kept us powering on. Our being felt so purposeful. It felt like I was truly working on my future, and towards my long-term goals.

Out of my friendship group, I finished my exams first. As usual, I had applied for some summer schemes, and this time I was lucky enough to be selected in order to participate in one of the best organisations that I have ever been part of. ArtFund is an independent British charity which raises funds in order to support artwork. It also offers a National Art Pass for students, which enables young people to visit famous museums either free or at a discounted price. I was one of five students around the UK who were selected in order to promote the pass in time for the Museum of the Year Awards, which would be held in the Victoria and Albert Museum. My four other friends and I travelled, with all expenses paid, from London to Glasgow to Hull down to Cornwall and back to London again. We took photos and posted them on our social media, showcasing all the activities that each museum put on for us. It was an amazing experience as I got to meet so many interesting people who were so passionate about art and with whom I could have deep conversations with about the meaning and history of each piece.

It wasn't long after I came back from the trip that I was packing my bags up from Leamington to head off to London. Little did I know that this summer would be the best one of my life so far. I was fortunate enough to have been offered a room in Kew - acquired through a friend of a friend. Michael was a very kind man 0 I always refer to him as the granddad that I never had. My nine to five job took up the majority of my day, but whenever I came home, he would always be there to have a cup of tea and a chinwag. This would often turn into an hour-long conversation, covering any topic from Lucian Freud to the meaning of life. Interning was a whole new experience for me. I thought that I would spend my days making coffee and be anyone's dog's body, yet by the end of my two-month placement, I was the first point of call for anything related to Marketing. Whilst it got quite stressful or tiring, to say the least, I did fill all my spare time with fun activities. The first few weeks were spent getting my bearings around London. I'd visit central, and all of London's tourist attractions. However, the novelty soon wore off. It was then that I began new activities, such as attending conferences, meeting new people and especially my favourite activity which was trying new restaurants. I truly believe that three-quarters of my spending money went on food. I split my time 50/50, living partially at Michael's, and partially in Wandsworth, at my at-the-time boyfriend's house. I had an incredible amount of freedom. I was living in the buzzing capital, with a decent income and endless opportunities. It truly pained me to leave, but when the time came, my boss threw a wonderful leaving party for me on his boat that was docked on the Thames - so it wasn't all that bad.


Ho*, my boyfriend, took me to the airport when I left. Although we arrived over two hours early, our parting was so emotional that I ended up only passing through security at the time my flight was due to leave! Thankfully, I was travelling with Ryanair, so the flight was late anyway. Ha ha.

Having my parents waiting to collect me from the other side was a delightful moment. I hadn't seen my mother since before moving to London, and I hadn't seen my father since Easter. I spent a few days in Ginoles, my hometown, recovering and having some much-needed parent-child time. A few days later, they drove me and dropped me off 368km North West, to Bordeaux, where I would be spending three and a half months on my Erasmus exchange.

The hardest part of my time in France was not, as I imagined, making friends. For all of those who follow my blogs, you'll know that this is often my number one fear. The hardest part of my time in France was, in fact, finding enough time to do all the things that I wanted to do with my friends (shock!). Along with my 21-hour week at university, I also wanted to explore everything Bordeaux had to offer. From museums to art galleries, to private launch parties - I would want to do them all. It wasn't just a need, but a thirst to grow. Within the first couple of days at university, I established a friendship group of 10 girls and 1 guy, which stayed solidified throughout the time there. We did everything together. I had never had a friendship like this before. I had always shied away from big friendship groups, since my last one in Year 9 was not the best of experiences, as the people were extremely toxic and I suffered severe bullying from it. Therefore, whilst cautious at first, I realised that having a supportive group like this was an amazing feeling. We were all very outgoing girls, which meant that we'd always plan to do new things every week. Whether visiting Christmas markets or nipping down to Spain for a few days, my agenda was always jam-packed.

You can therefore understand why I crashed when I returned to Bournemouth, my family home. I have been so on the go the past few months that now that I don't have activities planned, my body has gone into complete shutdown. I'm currently allowing myself time to recover - a well-deserved break. Until 4 days time, of course, when I'm off on a new adventure. Next stop? Dubai.

Yours,

My 19th Birthday

I can't believe it. I'm nineteen. It all seems surreal. I feel so old, yet I can already hear future me laughing at myself thinking that I deem nineteen as 'old'. For me it's the last years of teenagehood, so it's quite a big thing.

I am ever to lucky to have an amazing boyfriend who came up from Exeter to visit me. He stayed over the weekend until Thursday, so I managed to spend a lot of time with him before as well as after my birthday. But this is all frivolous - let's get to the big day. 

On Tuesday morning, I awoke with the curtains being opened and the morning sunlight caressing my face. It wasn't hard to encourage me to get up - I was way too excited to stay in bed and rest. I quickly showered whilst Adam*got everything ready. When I came out, Adam had all my presents laid out on the bed. I can't even describe my excitement. As people who know me know, I am obsessed with pandas and the majority of my presents were panda themed. They ranged from panda mugs, to panda face masks to a panda onesie! I can now cuddle my bubby and we can be two pandas together. Who could tell who is the real panda?!

Fortunately, and rather coincidentally, my lectures were cancelled and I only had to attend one seminar that day. Classes finished at 3pm and I had a few hours of napping before having to get ready. Adam had tried so long to keep my birthday surprise a secret, however just the day before, his mother called up and accidentally spilled the beans on where he was taking me as she got the dates mixed up.

'How was the ballet?'

When I first heard this I started laughing. Crazy laughing. I just looked over at Adam and laughed some more. I knew he could never keep anything from me.

I wore my long, navy blue Topshop dress. I guess it's my go-to for all nice social occasions. I paired it with my black choker, my black high heels, and I wore the eye shadow Everly* got me for my birthday. Adam wore a classic black suit which he looked dashing in.

Before the ballet, Adam took me to The Cube in Birmingham. It is a Marco Pierre White restaurant, with 25 floors and the most beautiful aesthetics. We got a table with a view, which cost Adam £10 alone. I personally wouldn't have spent that much, but then again when you see the view over Birmingham on a clear night as it was, one may waiver. The service provided was outstanding, as one would expect it to be, as was the food. I ordered a 10oz Sirloin steak, topped with escargot in garlic and butter sauce. Adam got Mushroom Risotto which was apparently delicious. For dessert, I ordered New York Baked Cheesecake with Fresh Strawberries and Adam got Mr. Coulson's Sticky Toffee Pudding. Additionally, our waitress brought out a complimentary brownie with 'Happy Birthday' written in dark chocolate on the place for me. It was a lovely surprise and I feel that it's the little things like that which make the whole experience a whole lot more enjoyable.

Time flew by at the restaurant. The atmosphere was really relaxing, and before we knew it, two and a half hours had gone passed and if we didn't rush we would have been late for the performance. Adam started dragging me, but ended up carrying me the majority of the way between The Cube and the Hippodrome. We had to run through backstreets, cross motorways, but somehow we managed to get to the ballet on time!

It was our first time seeing a ballet performance and it was such an amazing experience. We saw the Nutcracker, a timeless classic, which we greatly enjoyed. We sat on the balcony, which for me was an advantage since it meant that we could observe the entire stage as well as the orchestra below. The story of the ballet, if one could say ballets ever have storylines, was that a magician came to a Christmas do, and gave one of the girls, Louise, a nutcracker toy. She loved it so much that she spent her night holding her nutcracker under the Christmas tree, but it soon turned into a magical world where she shrunk and danced with all the toys. The transitions between each scene were very smooth and I loved the way a character's emotions were expressed through their actions. I came out feeling awakened, and wishing that I too could dance like them.

All in all, I had a perfect birthday. Thank you to everyone who was there for me on my special day and sent me birthday wishes.





* All names in this blog are fake in order to ensure the privacy of my friends and conceal their identities. However, the characters are all real people and the events actually happened

A Series of Unfortunate Events

For Everly*

Not sure why but Everly has never really come out partying with us. It's either been the excuse of Volleyball or the fact that she's overwhelmed with work. Both of which are lies, because why would one ever spend £9,000 to get active and work towards a first? Nevertheless, this Friday, Everly decided it was time to finally push the boat out and come to Everly for Steve's pre, pre-birthday celebrations.

For these pre, pre birthday celebrations, one of Steve's friends came up. By car.

This is a big thing because since coming to uni, I've had to struggle with the use of public transport and walking everywhere. Therefore, having someone who not only had a car but was willing to drive us places was a massive bonus.

Before going out to Steve's pre, pre-birthday celebrations, we decided to top up on alcohol. To do so, Steve's friend drove us to the local Tescos. When we arrived, Everly and I automatically got a cart and started food shopping. After all, why not take advantage of the fact we could finally do a big food shop without needing to carry it back?

We spent a solid hour and or so going through each and every aisle picking up whatever took our fancy. I mean, Everly went and got a sick pack of Coke cans - c'mon. After what seemed like a mere five minutes (which, by the way, was probably an hour), the three boys who were sharing the car with us came and stared in utter shock at what we were pushing in front of us.

"NO WAY ARE YOU COMING IN THE CAR WITH ALL THAT".

And with these damning words, the snakes left us to walk home with our cartload full of shopping.

But rest assured, this was only the first of our unfortunate events.

After a bit more shopping and a lot more impulse buying, we arrived at the tills. Everly went first, and beep beep beep. Sorry! No alcohol allowed since EVERLY WENT AND FORGOT HER ID! What was worse was that the cashier girl was younger than us and she had the audacity to tell us that Everly couldn't buy her alcohol, despite having adequate University ID.

This was the second unfortunate event, but there is more to come.

We obviously tried to fight the case but we soon gave up, due to pure lack of effort in fighting with a bloody minor. It was now my turn to go through with my copious amounts of food and alcohol. But alas!! Because I was seen as more than an acquaintance with Everly I wasn't allowed to buy my alcohol even though I had my ID with me.

WOE WOE WOE.

For the fourth unfortunate event in the series of unfortunate events, we had to carry about 10kg of food in our bags for more than 10 mins in the freezing cold. I was only wearing a t-shirt, which wasn't the wisest of my ideas, and one of Everly's bags broke on the way back, so we ended up on the floor sobbing surrounded by food and no alcohol.

What a way to start a Friday night out.




* All names in this blog are fake in order to ensure the privacy of my friends and conceal their identities. However, the characters are all real people and the events actually happened

TGIF: London

I love it when plans finally see the light of day. There is a sense of achievement, of satisfaction, as if the months of fantasising and meticulous planning were worth it all. There were many nights where I spent lying awake thinking about going to London with Adam* and on Friday, we finally went.

It had been some time since I had last visited London and to behave as a tourist. My family and I normally go up there with a set purpose and get caught up with the busy flow of London life. Additionally, when we used to live in London, there was no 'need' to visit the sites as we were surrounded by them all the time. It would seem unnecessary to spend a vast amount of money on tours and tickets when I saw the famous landmarks on a daily basis. Unfortunately, this meant that I never acted as a tourist - by which I mean just getting an underground day pass and going wherever my heart desired.

My love of art and culture is what identifies me as a person. I was fortunate enough to visit the Saatchi Gallery at the time when the Rolling Stones' exhibition was being held. It had only recently been opened (we visited London on Friday the 8th and it opened its doors on Tuesday the 5th) and I believe that the iEC (who put on the exhibition) did a fantastic job at capturing the feel of who the Rolling Stones really were.  For those who are interested, the exhibition is shown up until early September, so I'd think that it would be a great place to visit in the summer holidays. The nine show rooms were filled with the band's original instruments, exclusive video footages, and even personal diary entries. What interested me the most was definitely the flamboyancy of the costumes that each band member wore. It made me realise that when creating a business (which, essentially, is what a band is), everything to do with that business must be congruant with the band's image. The Stones were outrageous and appealed to those who wanted to rebel and I could sense the rebellion through their lyrics, their clothes, and their general attitudes towards authority. 

After walking along the Thames in search of food, Adam, his father and I finally found a cute little vegan restaurant in the middle of Covent Garden called Le Pain Quotidien. Although it was extremely busy, the waiter managed to sit the three of us down in a corner. My first impression of the place was that it looked very 'Instagram Worthy'. I declined to bring this up in conversation with the other two, as, no doubt, they may have judged me, but the overall feel of the café was that it was very modern and simplistic. The tables were wooden and the simple table decoration included the salt and pepper in two lovely glass jars. The menu itself was overall very health orientated. From a quick glance, I could see that their food was all dairy and gluten free, something that has become fairly fashionable of late. Personally, I think it's just marketing and people jumping on a bandwagon, but who am I to speak? Whenever I get McDonalds' vouchers I can't resist the carbs and the grease and don't even question whether it's doing my body any good. It's cheap food and keeps me going. Anyway, I digress.
Above, I attach a photo of what I had to eat. I don't think the photo does it justice - my Avocado and Toast was topped with super seeds, citrus cumin salt, lemon juice and olive oil. It was delicious. Since the bread gave its name to the restaurant, I thought the bread would be a must-try and it did not fail me. It was quite heavy, understandably so for a dish on the 'main meal' section. If I were lucky enough to go again, I would probably try one of their soups of the day as I saw that it was a popular choice amongst the other customers. Adam's father also had a drink which was a mixture of milk and cinnamon which was absolutely gorgeous, but I can't find its name on the menu. Does anyone know what it's called? 

Our next adventure was to explore Regent Street. It was around late afternoon so the crowds were dwindeling down by this point, so we were able to visit most of the shops that we wanted to. When people say that everything is bigger and better in London, they're not wrong. When we visited Topshop, there were about 5 different floors and one could easily get lost (if one didn't have someone like Adam to follow, who is 6"3 and whose head towers over everyone and everything). Each floor contained a different attraction. These ranged from a barber's shop, a beauty salon, and even a cupcake store! I felt that everything was overpriced but I loved browsing through it all. I could have spent hours just exploring the shop, but I was keen to get going since Adam said he had a 'surprise' for me... 
If you know me IRL, you'll know my obsession with cuddlies. I'm 18 years old yet I am as excitable as a 5 year old when it comes to stuffed animals. Adam knows this and lead me by the hand, rushing me slightly until we were outside one of the biggest toy shops that I have ever been to: Hamley's. I felt like a little child again when I walked through the doors to be faced with sooooo many toys! I rushed around hugging giant teddy bears, screaming with joy and trying to pop all the bubbles that were constantly being blown in my direction (it's more likely that I was running towards the bubbles rather than them coming towards me, but that's a minor point). 

Our shopping spree lasted the majority of the afternoon, and as our little luncheon of healthy stuff was a good five hours ago, we all decided to go to the Yo! Sushi as it was conveniently situated at Waterloo Station, where we were due to catch the train back to Bournemouth. Again, this restaurant was another first time for me. I have only recently started to like sushi (surprisingly, since I'm Asian and ought to have 'embraced' my culture before now), but now that I am living healthier (slightly contradicting what I said earlier about McDonalds), I love the fresh and clean taste that the sushi leaves on my palette. At Yo! Sushi, the food arrives on a conveyor belt and one can simply pick out what one fancies. There is also the option to order food, where one has to press a little button which lights up a post at your table to beckon the waiter/ess over. I loved the novelty of it all and would certainly go back again.

Unfortunately, our day was drawing to an end and the journey back on the train gave my feet time to recover after the long day of walking everywhere. As I lay my head on Adam's shoulder, we started to plan the next trip we were going to go on together. I can guarantee that this summer will be filled with a lot more adventures! in futurum expectat.

* All names in this blog are fake in order to ensure the privacy of my friends and conceal their identities. However, the characters are all real people and the events actually happened

Edinburgh Trip

Somehow I managed to get my parents to fly me up to Edinburgh for a couple of days. God only knows how I managed to persuade them, but on Tuesday, Mother and I flew up to get absolutely #rekt in Scotland.

Obviously, that was sarcasm. We went up to visit the University, which, I can finally confirm, I put as my insurance! It was a long and arduous decision to make, but hopefully it was the right one. If anyone here is hoping to study at Edinburgh or has done in the past, please don't hesitate to send a quick message!

What first took me by surprise when getting off the aeroplane in Edinburgh was the weather. Being in Scotland, I assumed that it would have been colder, especially in contrast to 'Sunny Sunny Bournemouth', where I had flown from. The skies were blue, and the city looked gorgeous.

Along Princes Street

The Castle I didn't get to visit !!!

We were quick to dump our luggage off at our hotel. We had booked into a Travelodge on Rose Street, which was located conveniently close to Princes Street. For those who haven't heard, this is Scotland's equivalent of Oxford Street in London. In my opinion, it's also much nicer, as if you turn away from the shops, Edinburgh Castle is up on the hill towering down over you. Edinburgh feels much greener, much cleaner than the busy streets of London. On the third and final day of our visit, Mother and I went on the SightSeeing tour bus which was £15 each. It enabled us to hop on and off for the whole day, and pick it up again only 15 minutes later. The tour guides also offered us the opportunity to buy discounted tickets for different places (such as fast-passes to Edinburgh castle), but unfortunately we didn't have enough time. Maybe if I go to Edinburgh again I'll write a blog post describing my adventures then.

Great for the elder. Childhood memories were brought back to Mum and she exclaimed 'Ohh I had one of those!' every five seconds.

Scottish Parliament. Eye sore. Looks like guns are on the side of the building.

Mother and I

Please can someone tell me what this is

I can't remember, sorry. Looks cool though.

Moving on to the University - wow! Well, the day wasn't very well organised, but they had a cool app available on AppStore and GooglePlay which enabled you to schedule your day. My main lectures would be in St George Square, and it all seemed very modern and clean. After getting lost several times around the city, I came to realise that I was getting to know the city by doing so. As someone once said, "The best way to find yourself, is by losing yourself in a new city".

TEDxTeen

For as long as I can remember, every night before going to bed, I will watch a Ted Talk. It's my way of relaxing and winding down for the night. I normally favour this to reading, especially when my eyes are tired after a full day at sixthform.

I am very thankful to my NCS group for letting me come with them on the trip to London. Early Saturday morning, we met in the BCHA center at 4am (it had been a long time since I've seen such time), hopped in the minibus, and set the O2 Arena as our destination. We arrived just in time for the first talk at 10am, which in all fairness was in good time as we stopped for a McBreakfast along the way.

As we scurried onto the balcony, I observed my surroundings. My heart was racing as I saw the TED sign on stage - it was all like a dream come true. I took my seat next to Kassety*, and sat mesmerised for the next 1h30. The talks, hosted by a very enthusiastic presenter, ranged from Mukunda's 'How Imagination Set Me Free' to Rob Greenfield's 'How To End the Food Waste Fiasco'. During the hour break, whilst my friends mingled with the speakers in the Purple lounge, I went to a seperate room where I learnt all about Adobe Voice. After being pleasantly surprised by a brown bag filled with all types of snacks, I met two young boys who were just as interested in Ted Talks as I was. We sat and spoke for a while, and it was a feeling of relief to find people who share common interests with you. In a way, I feel that that is what Ted Talks is all about: the sharing of common interests and the spreading of new ideas.

There were two other 'sessions' of talks which lasted 1h30 each, and the whole day ended with Rudimental playing live for us. I found that a really great experience and it ended the day on a high note. I regret not auditioning to become a TEDxTeen speaker, but hopefully I'll be given the opportunity to in a few years' time.

Before heading back to Bournemouth, the NCS team grabbed a quick go-to meal. I opted for Five Guys since there isn't one where I live, and spent a whooping five pounds on a milkshake. If you think Shakeways were expensive, then think again. All my friends thought I was crazy, but they quickly changed their minds once they tasted it. I asked the guy behind the counter what he'd recommend, as, he worked there, and I would assume they would try everything on offer, and so he recommended the Vanilla and Oreo Milkshake. I posted a picture above, which gives it no credit to the fluffiness of the cream, nor the freshness of the vanilla, nor the crunchy Oreo bits found at the bottom. I could not recommend a drink more, even if you'll be poor after buying it!





* All names in this blog are fake in order to ensure the privacy of my friends and conceal their identities. However, the characters are all real people and the events actually happened