I’ve placed all the links in here to be CLICKED! Each one will lead you somewhere related to the post. Some special and some informative.
So last weekend JB and I attended the TNT Travel Show in Earl’s Court. While normally I look for every opportunity to avoid trade shows, I figured “what the heck; it wont be that bad, eh?” With this positive mentality, the incentive of foreign beer and time and place to meet Lele, JB and I ventured from our lair and headed west.
At this point I should probably digress and apologise for being the tardiest person alive. If there is a social aspect to our meeting I will guaranteed be I a minimum of 10 minutes late. The odds are more likely to lean in favour of me being 30 minutes late. It’s unfortunately something that can’t really be helped but it comes in terribly handy when planning a surprise party (for me…not other people) and I usually arrive fashionably late to parties; seldom am I the first, and never the last to arrive.
Right, where was I? West…
JB and I had the most incredible train journey on the way to meet Lele (If you’re ever looking she can continuously be found at underexperiment.ca). As we do, we get on the tube grab a seat and relax for the duration of our journey. JB has the most amazing luck sitting down next to a couple that could possibly (meaning probably not) be from Essex (I’m told the whole things sounds very East London as well…but really lets just go with Essex). Let’s also keep in mind that it’s 1:15 in the afternoon; meanwhile, the man in the couple starts cracking open beers (which I will remind everyone is illegal, tut tut tut) and essentially makes an ass of himself. At one point he gets up to leave his beer bottle on the platform and someone sit in his seat. His wife glares at this new man, and Mr. Winner staggers over to start yelling “SON! SON! That’s MY seat SON! That’s mine…” as though he’s specially booked his public transport. As well, the guy Mr. Winner is yelling at is about the same age as him. At this point I’m beyond interested in what’s going on. Needless to say my iPad was open to make notes as opposed to playing Tetris as I had intended. The highlight of the journey was when Mr. Winner starts slurring in the direction of an Asian couple that were standing near him.
The conversation goes as follows:
Mr. W: Konnichiwa
Asian Dude: (Looks Confused)
Mr. W: KOOOONNNIICHHIIIIWAAA
Asian Dude: HUH?!?
Mr. W: KOOOONNNIIICHHIIIWAAA. You’re Japanese.
Asian Dude: Ummmm… (looking VERY confused)
Mr. W: I’m saying HELLO. Aren’t you Japanese?
Asian Dude: (In PERFECT English – perhaps better than Mr. W) Nah, Mate. I’m not Japanese.
Mr. Winner and his lady person get up and exit the train.
Asian Dude’s lady person: I get that [kind of stuff] ALL the time in London.
Seriously. GOLDEN moment in my London transport adventures, it was amazing. Clearly Mr. W failed to receive the memo reminding him that the UK is a big ol’ melting pot and people can not only look different from him and still speak English/be English/or from ANY other country in the world.
Back to the real story, JB and I meet up with Lele (tremendously late) and head to the travel show.
TNT put on one heck of a show. As far as trade shows go it was on the small side of what I’m used to, it was filled with friendly people, incredible information, and a very diverse showing of music, vendors and presenters. In retrospect I wish I had shown up earlier and taken in more of the lectures. However, I’m not sure if it was just my shark eye but the yellow halogen lights were exhausting; I’m not sure I cold have made it much longer myself. Other than the lights, my only critique for the entire event was how unbelievably HOT it was in the venue (but again there is a very real chance I was the only person running hot that day).
After taking in the vendors filling our purses with leaflets, memberships, pens, and filling our shoes with itchy feet, we met up with the ever lovely and fellow Canadian Marie from EuroTripTips (If you’re unfamiliar with her blog you should get well acquainted, just click the link). We represented the Canadian contingent at Travel Massive (Quick How to Guide if you’re interested in becoming one of us). TM was full of people, conversation and as these things go more questions of, “what’s your twitter name” than “what’s your name”. I’m not sure if it’s something I can really get comfortable with, perhaps it’s because they are one in the same for me…maybe I should consider branding my twitter.
As the night moved along, the party gained momentum, and about 50 people. After moving from The Pembroke to O’Neill’s for some food, we ladies parted ways.
In the end it was a quite night, but an overall-awesome day. JB and I have taken very quickly to Lele and Marie. We’re not sure they understand what that means for them; poor girls don’t know what they’re in for yet, we Bennett’s are a special breed! We’ve all started planning possible ladies trips and speculating about future adventures.
Thanks girls for a great weekend; we can’t wait to do it all over again!
On a side note I think the highlight of the evening was JB and I remembering to take a picture with one of the TARDIS outside of Earl’s Court Underground Station. It’s one of the only one’s left on the street in London. It held more meaning for JB than her picture with one of the production models that the London Film Museum has in their showcase (this is because I’m slowly turning her into as big a geek as I am).