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I made this very corny little montage film about my favourite cities recently visited. 

Paris, Barcelona, Edinburgh, Rome and Monte Carlo.

LAUGH AT IT

K, BYE!

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MOZART, PLAYA

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Vienna seems like the kind of city my grandmother would love. But here's the catch: I loved it too. 

Such a great place with a wonderful energy. My adoration extends as on the day of my visit the city is alive with rainbow coloured flags and interestingly clad men and women. Gay pride parade. The night before I gorged myself on cinnamon sprinkled miniature doughnuts and the biggest and most embarrassing fluff ball of bright pink candy floss at Prater amusement park. The next evening was just as interesting. A large group of us followed a man in a monkey suit, easily taller than 6 feet, to a club in the notorious "Bermuda Triangle" party district. Sangria on tap.

Mozart, royalty, music, pianos, Swarovski, roller-coasters, ferris wheels, lights, trees, parks, statues and shopping. A must-see city.

City of Falling Angels

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Lace, glass, history and art.

My favourite things all wrapped up in one fascinating city: Venice.

Having visited Venice before I was no stranger to the winding alleyways, car-less streets and the complex myriad of canals (or at least that's what I thought). The irony of this city intrigues me: everything about it, aged and decaying seems never to get old; there is just so much to explore. The best advice: get lost. Home to my mother and my favourite Italian restaurant -  where we agree, makes the best pasta you will ever taste - a quaint five-table, one woman run operation in the middle of the confusing alleys just off the ever frustratingly popular St. Marco's Square. Seven years on - since my previous and first visit to Venice with my mother - this restaurant has become somewhat of a family secret.

A few kilometers from Venice, fair Verona. Fabled home of the epic love story Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. Fruit markets with the most good-looking edible goods you have ever laid eyes on, innumerable numbers of hopeless romantics flocking to see the sight of Juliet's infamous balcony, lovers rubbing the left weathered breast of a statue of Juliet in the hopes that it will in turn grant them with a roaring sex life. 

I bought some cherries. Best ever.

HANKY PANKY ISLAND

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CORFU, GREEK ISLANDS

Tanning, togas, pools and para-sailing.

Drinking by the pool, drinking on a boat, drinking in the sea, drinking in hotel rooms. Bloody Australians. 

It was here in Corfu that I was christened 'Safari', called a 'beautiful person' and star-gazed on a jetty. They made me dance to Mandoza and sing my national anthem. I'm also pretty sure I saw my tour manager's penis on "Skinny-Dipping Island". It was all so traumatic.