As a child we all have that urge to explore . . . to climb that tree up the backyard . . . to go with dad down to the shops to pick up some 'no more gaps' and the bread and milk for mum, just because you can . . .to dig that super deep hole in the sand pit on the off chance that you may find that buried treasure everyone carries on about . . . lifting every big rock or log you can find to see if there is a weird creepy crawly you haven't seen before . . . to peek through the crack in the fence to see what lurks in the neighbours yard and stir up their dog . . .

But for many of us this itch to explore stays with you beyond childhood.

Soon enough what lies in the neighbour's yard and trips down to Bunnings just is not enough, the rest of the world is whispering out you're name, calling you to come and play. The sights, smells and experiences are out there waiting for you . . . . and for some of us lucky ones, we answer to its call.

Welcome to the blog of the Colhoun sisters, two lucky little ladies who have begun their quest for Global Domination.

Follow us to share the sights, smells and sticky situations we will encounter over the next 12 months while traveling the UK & Europe. Laugh with us, cry with us and soak up all that the world has to offer - after all, you only live once!

- Ashley & Hayley

Thursday, 5 May 2011

I would sell my kidney for a REAL shower with adequate pressure . . . . . Anyone interested? Bids start at $200

How is it that a country so old and developed can be so far behind when it comes to having a bloody shower that works? Honestly can someone explain this to me?

Since arriving in the UK we haven't had 1 decent, enjoyable, relaxing shower and it is driving me absolutely mental.

At the moment our 'shower' situation is quite unique to say the least.

Here in the UK they have these strange boxes that the shower head is connected to, which controls the temperature of the water, you have a dial which you turn to you're desired temperature and then you either press a button or turn another tap thing and the water comes  . . . . . . this is all well and good if the thing works . . . . . . which so far has not been the case with EVERY shower we have come across - EVERY SINGLE ONE

At all the backpackers we stayed in on our travels the shower pressure was the equivalent of a little man hanging from the roof taking a wizz on you . . . . At the staff house our shower only did one temperature - SCALDING OWIE BURNY TORTURE CHAMBER . . . . Here at the Nags the shower does the polar opposite - FREEZING BONE CHILLING SHOWER OF DEATH

Sooooooo, our lovely housemate Georgie purchased a handy little contraption which she has attached to the bath taps which has hose and a hand held shower head, so we can now control our temperature manually like the rest of the world

HOWEVER - the hose for the shower head is so short that you have to either bend over to get under the water OR sit in the bottom of the bath in order to get under the water - which drives me absolutely bonkers


This dude has the right idea
 I can only describe this frustration in one way . . .  you know when you go camping for several days and you only have that 'bag of water hanging in a tree' setup and you always feel gross and when you're on you're way home the first thing you want to do is have an hour long shower, wash you're hair and stand there under the water until you a perfectly assured that you are squeaky clean and you're fingers have turned into pruney old people fingers


When I get back to AUS, I am going to spend the first week IN THE SHOWER and its going to be amazing . . . .  I dream of this moment every night

So every time you step into you're heavenly showers and the warm pressured water flows down upon you, take a moment to think about poor Ash & Halz who are sitting in the middle of a freezing room above a pub with our arses in a bucket and a jug of luke-warm water in our little shaking hands

- Donations can be made to aid our cause at www.moneyforpoorarsesinabucket.org

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