It’s 1:10am and the last time I looked at my watch it was 11:35pm, the exact time Wendy Hung and I moved ourselves from the restaurant upstairs and to the bar downstairs at the luxurious One Aldwych Hotel in London. She looks at me with pure amazement, “Wow, your story is unexpected. The truth behind you is so inspiring to who you are today, I’m in shock you’ve overcome…” she tells me as I take the final sip of my gin based cocktail. I don’t like talking about myself and especially the darker corners of my soul, I also tend to brush compliments under the table. When you spend much time in your own idea of failure, to hear someone call you inspiring is unorthodox to the ears.
“I’ve spent such a long time in what I perceive as failure but in reality it’s only my comfort zone. I’m living with the curses of success at a young age, I know what it’s like to be at the top and you know what? The top is boring and lonely. I preferred the journey and struggle to get there, it was more stimulating. Failure is a comfort zone, success… success takes courage. I’m ready to be courageous again and this time, I’m never going away again. Ever. ” AK
I may appear like I shared everything about myself and my demons but there were only a handful who knew what I was personally dealing with and why I allowed myself to feel such pain. It was impossible for me to open up the way I did with Wendy to anyone I had just met but so much work behind the scenes over the nine months gave me the confidence to begin sharing my story… and not the sugar coated version either.
Our evening began like any other where two people who have never met, meet and instead of Tinder, Twitter was involved. This wasn’t the first time the Tao of Twitter connected me with someone but it was the first time in a very long time anyone had my undivided attention.
The poetry between Wendy and I was palpable with our personal philosophies and lust for adventure arrested on one thought, how did the universe and laws of attraction not bring us together sooner? Meeting and spending time with Wendy made me feel human again, especially in such a cold hearted city like London. It was refreshing to be around someone who reminded me of what it was like to be authentically yourself even in unknown territories. To prying eyes at One Aldwych’s Indigo Restaurant, we looked like good old friends who hadn’t seen in each other for a while when in fact, we hadn’t seen each other at all. The comfort of our conversation was a skillset not many people were talented enough to comprehend. Secretly, I’ve been dying for an encounter like this. No man can compare.
Who is Wendy Hung you ask telepathically? Some of you may know and with good reason, Wendy is the Founder and Editor of JetsetTimes.com, an online destination for the avid traveler. While her target market was once the young American looking forward to spreading their wings abroad, the site now celebrates an international audience addicted to the dialogue of wanderlust and its passionate contributors.
Wendy struts the globe with a Chanel 2.55 (or few) and the watch I’ve dreamt of (and supposedly saving for), a J12. She seems more excited over my latest luxury purchase, that Louboutin lipstick, “You always have such nice things Adriana,” she tells me so humbly. I don’t think there’s any comparison to a luxury lipstick and 2.55.
We shared this love for softer cities like Budapest, Paris and Barcelona, concluding on the fact we don’t understand the hype behind Amsterdam. I tell her not to rush to Berlin and she tells me to reconsider Brussels and Luxembourg over the Christmas period as I planned. These are better saved for weekend trips away from London.
She admits she’s never really considered living in London until this trip where she’s experienced the city through a new set of eyes…
Our Dinner at Indigo | One Aldwych London
Cured Loch Duart salmon, citrus fruit, coriander, avocado
Brixham monkfish braised in lemon grass, coriander and coconut milk
Rhug Estate organic lamb rump, samphire, smoked aubergine, capers, anchovy
Okay, so the Raspberry Pavlova for two is a must and non negotiable at One Aldwych, London.
One Aldwych Hotel | London
Nestled discreetly on the corner of a busy Central London Street, One Aldwych is a finesse way to begin your night out or is the perfect intimate reason to stay in. Either way, you’ll be pleasantly surprised at the personable level of service, quality of food and luxurious atmosphere. A must see in London! Don’t believe me? Check out what I and the elite have got to say about this venue here at myinsiders.com
What I Wore
Shoes Stuart Weitzman
Clutch Wilbur & Gussie
Lipstick (not shown in this picture)
Chanel Levres Scintillantes Glossimer 194 (Limited Edition)