clutching hot starbucks ginger christmas coffee special in our numbed palms, we made our way to notting hill where the portobello market is. this place is like a treasure trove selling everything from antique cameras to wooden racquets to chinese leaf lettuce and garlic. taking a stroll, ooh-ing and aah-ing at odds and ends while continuously snapping photos, we made our way slowly through the crowds. stopping every now and then to fill our rumbling bellies of course. a seafood platter, churros-fried doughy sticks dunked in sugar a chocolate, paella and ghana-ian meals were on the menu. we finally called it a day, loaded with our shopping bags.
the bratwurst and sauerkraut being barbecued the traditional way on a giant pit
the ferris wheel that james thought was the london eye when he was younger and naive...which was not too long agoin the evening, the whole lot of us decided to crash D's date with M in Hyde Park. the place has been converted into a winter wonderland complete with a german christmas market. a part of it has even been flooded and turned into an ice rink, giving the whole white christmas feel-father christmas who stood in corners and the carols that filled the air simply complemented the atmosphere. james, our half swedish-half german british buddy introduced us to bratwurst and sauerkraut. food, glorious food. a glass of mulled wine and some candied nuts later, we carried little mats up to the top of a tall, curvy slide to come whizzing down!i miss my childhood joys oh so much. it's on days like these that it helps to have a botomless pit for a stomach. after all that excitement, hy and i had a toffee-ed and chocolate coated apple each and then headed to chachamoon for fried carrot cake and singaporean noodles.
i want to go ice skating next!
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