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TENERIFE: THE FOOD I INDULGED IN ON MY TRIP

In Travel on November 4, 2012 at 4:45 pm

Okay, I gave you the low down on my trip as a whole but let me talk about the food. The food in Tenerife changed me literally. I got off the plane starving and every meal I had from their on was full and large. Let me tell you something about me. When I am at home in London, I really don’t eat much. Porridge and toast for breakfast five days a week. Saturday I make the effort to indulge in a full English breakfast and Sunday I skip breakfast to go to the gym in the morning. Sandwich or ready noodles, Doritos, flapjack and orange juice for lunch everyday. I most of the time have a proper African meal for dinner (rice, heavily seasoned meat and vegetables and salad).  Seems pretty simple right?

When I got to Tenerife that all changed. For breakfast, my meal consisted of baked beans (unseasoned), crispy bacon strips, scrambled eggs and a bowl of peach and pastry. I had that every morning. I never went out for breakfast when living in the hotel. I should have taken a picture of my portion of food. Sadly, I didn’t think a picture was that admirable. The food was good enough for me to keep eating more…and more……and more.

Lunch? Lunch was a major issue for me. I ate a lot. Everyday, I would make the effort to eat some sort of vegetable or salad. I really don’t like eating salad in London but Tenerife changed me entirely. I ate minestrone soup for starters. It tasted flavourful but not extremely seasoned. I am black, and food in my culture most of the time has extreme seasoning beyond my own grasp of knowledge. The main course for lunch is usually paella (which I craved on the daily), beetroot, sweetcorn, chips, nuggets, shrimp rings with beef or chicken in mushroom sauce or marinated in something unusual (I survived and didn’t get any allergic reactions from my extreme experiments).  Of course, for desert equals fruit. It would eat peach and fruit salad once again. The best part of lunch is going out to eat lunch! My mum  loves food so she will spend good money on eating out, as well as shopping. I am not rich, neither is my mum, but we eat in style, however we can.

Dinner?

I don’t know how to talk about dinner. Dinner in the hotel is just like lunch so there isn’t much I can say. Going out to eat is a skill, definitely not for the amateurs. You gotta be very cautious where you go, because many guys in Tenerife will promote their menu as if they hold the best of the best, and the 5 star menu that will sweep you off your feet. I once ate the most average ribs on the island when a restaurant called Tony Roma’s was promoting chicken and ribs on their banner, directly in sight of all rib and chicken lovers passing by. I have never been disappointed. The ribs were okay, not awful but nothing special though. I was thinking Tony Roma’s would live up to it’s name but it really should have just put the ribs deep in the menu, not promote it in the title of their restaurant. I remember my mum talking and walking with tourists while casually telling them to never go there. That made me laugh slightly.

Fast forward a couple days and my mum and I are beach side at a simple restaurant that was promoting decent food, so I took the risk at demanding ribs a second time, just before I left for the airport to come home. I just had to allow my mum to spend a little bit more euros on another rib experience. This time I was impressed. And yes it was deep in the menu, not promoted. My mum took a rib, my mums new friend took one too, and so did my cousin. I only ate one out of three of the ribs on my plate. I needed more obviously, but I had to tame myself. Instead my mums friend bought some more. I stole one from at that moment and time. Sneaky, I was.

Okay, I was blown away by the ribs so much that my cousin didn’t even touch his chicken. Lovingly he asked for my food and somehow abandoned his chicken. A sly one indeed.

I used to be entirely allergic to fish until I found out I could eat shell fish. My life took a new path from there. I only ate one of my mums mussels but I can guarantee, I could eat that all by myself if my mum wasn’t there and it was given to me for free.

Everyone needs a good beverage to go alongside rich food.

SO SUCCULENT, SO FRESH!! MORE TO COME ON MY TENERIFE ADVENTURES!

TENERIFE: MY TRIP

In Travel on November 2, 2012 at 12:55 pm

So, I got back from Tenerife yesterday and all I can say is that I loved the heat, the food, the culture and the friends I made while on holiday. I got to Tenerife on Saturday, last week, and I had to wait a long time to be transported to my hotel by coach. I blame the package holiday. My mum never told me the provider, but I will definitely find out very soon, or simply live to support British Airways.

I got the hotel and of course, I spoke little Spanish. The very first thing I said was Buenos Dias. I felt like a total boss, even though my Spanish was awful. Me, my cousin and my mum got our key cards and headed to our rooms. The hotel was beautiful, very calm, serene and lively. I hope that isn’t a contradiction. The rooms at the hotel were very small, nothing majorly fascinating but beautiful indeed. Three beds next to each other and a single bathroom.

First things first when getting to your destination. FOOOOOD. I was starving by the time I got to the hotel, and so were my companions. We headed down to the restaurant area, that was in the hotel. The food was good, better than English food. I will be doing a special post on food soon.

My next objective after eating in the dining area, was friends, and culture searching. All I can say right now, is that the culture was lively, totally different from the UK and somehow very simple. From reading about the Canary Islands, I knew Brits make up the population, so as I am walking down the beautiful road, I meet this guy from Manchester who lives on the Island. He starts a conversation in patois, and of course, me and my mum start laughing hard. Seconds later, we realise the dude has a strong Manchester accent that is slightly funny. He was majorly social, comes with the job he has. He basically promotes this local restaurant by talking to people passing by. My favourite part of meeting this guy was when he led us from the internet cafe to a Hong Kong restaurant that sells the best salt and pepper chicken. My life was almost complete at that point.

In the next couple days a lot happens. I made a really good friend called Aaron Ward, who is a really cool guy. We first met on the second day, and we become bro’s. My mum accused me of having a bromance. It went from me not knowing anyone, to me finding Aaron in the lobby, finding his hotel room, all the way to eating breakfast, lunch and dinner together. It even got to the point where my mum was interacting with his mum, and family. And then to the point, where he was addressing my mum as ‘mumsie.’ This guy was a joker!  We had this motive to find beautiful Spanish girls (Oh God, they exist everywhere). All I can say is that Aaron was the best friend I have ever made on holiday. I made a lot more friends while on holiday but Aaron was legitimately the GUY!

Tenerife has everything you would want in terms of food. If you want ribs, you can find it. If you want Lebanese food, you can find it. If you want Burger King even, it is somewhere to be found. When you walk down the street you have so many guys promoting a particular restaurant. My best experience in Tenerife when it came to food, was when I walking down the opposite road I usually take. I kept walking and walking. I walk up the road for 5 mins and I have to make a vital decision. Lebanese steak or nice British food joint, with everything you could want. The Lebanese people mentioned Africa and I was taken. The British guy carefully watched me. I was like ‘Deal or No Deal’ at that point. When the Lebanese men mentioned Africa, Uganda (where I come from) and the disjointed history he was trying to show off to me, I had the British guy carefully watching me…..still. Before I entered the Lebanese restaurant, the British guy was like, ‘my pay doesn’t rise or fall if you come or not.’ I felt calm at that point, no hard feeling emerged  A slight laugh between me and him erupted but I was simply taken by steak with onions and mushrooms. The best food I ate the entire week.

I have special dedicated posts coming out in the next week with special themes about my holiday to Tenerife. I can’t give you everything today. Follow if you want to read more about the food, girls, culture, lifestyle and people of Tenerife, in comparison to everyday Britain.

LONGEST DAY EVER

In Self Expression on October 24, 2012 at 8:15 pm

I woke up this morning 6:00am on the dot. Jumped into the bath, ate breakfast by 7 and left my house by 7:10am. I was heading to the Passport Office in Victoria. I am going away to Tenerife for five days during half term break. I left my house prepared and ready for action. I get to the train station and the trains are running late. I was going to meet my mum’s friend at Tower Hill station so I can get counter signatures done for my passport application. The train being late, gets me to Tower Hill not at 8:15am when I was expected to be there, but 8:30, half an hour till my passport appointment. I am rushing at this point, but I stay calm. I remember that I am missing an English lesson at college at the same time, only because I am getting a new passport on the same day. I hate missing lessons!

I get to the passport office, after getting lost in Victoria. I then got a free taxi ride, for 30 seconds. I couldn’t even position myself on my Blackberry Google Maps. At the passport office they search me and when I walk through the metal detectors, the guy searching me closely starts  making jokes with me about having metal on me. I point to my belt. I jump through the long queue for processing, and I realise when I am getting my passport application sorted, my photo ID’s are lost. I have to run to Victoria Station, get cash out, and take fresh pictures in the station. I take my pictures to the people at the passport office and they say my head is too shiny. I go, wipe my head hard, and take new pictures in the passport office. Now, I am really frustrated because of the long process and me thinking I would get to college at 9:45 for my English lesson. Let’s just say, it was still 9:30 and I am in Victoria, making jokes with the assistants. I go back, give my new pictures to the woman who is sorting out my passport and this time, my head is dry and spotty. Picture perfect.

Leaving the passport office, I am heading to college. I remember that this is the day when I am supposed to perform my poetry at the talent showcase at college.

I reach college, type up my poetry, sign it for authenticity, and next I go and give a presentation to my form class about blogging, the benefits and how the college can adopt such a lovely, creative, powerful tool for expression. After the presentation, I walk downstairs in the main building at college. I see one of the most beautiful, beautiful black girls I have ever seen. Of course, I raised my voice, acted confident and dominated myself and where I was. I caught her attention for a split second. Smiled and waved. I don’t know if I will get to talk to her at some point in school. Carrying on from my distant encounter with the beautiful girl, I met my poet/freestyle/rapper friend Pelumi, and go down to Tesco to raid it’s fridges for food for the day. I am a beast at that point, because all poets need extra water and food in preparations for a performance. Getting back, I practice with my poetry mentors and then off I go to the talent show.

Me practicing my poetry in a little French room in college, in front of other poets was not so great, but when I went on stage I felt invincible. I noticed millions of girls in the crowd and just went into it (the poem will be posted soon). I was happy with my performance. I got the reaction I expected, and felt like every talent and performance by all the artists today, was exceptionally creative and I am happy I signed up to perform.

Poetry allows me to open up on my emotions, become clear of my emotions like how blogging allows me to make sense of what is happening in my life.

I am so satisfied with my day, and I can honestly say college can only get better in time. *plays Frank Ocean – Channel Orange*