I've arrived in London and am trying very hard to A) not fall asleep again and B) not think about the nausea I have from not sleeping. Jet-lag is always hard, I thought i'd nailed this one as I managed my sleeping patterns around it on the plane, but I guess there's not much you can do.
So, my trip has begun. I have just spent over 24 hours in the air, visited a butterfly garden (that had nothing on Glamorgan Primay school) and a koi pond inside an airport, caught two trains by myself with getting stabbed or lost, had lunch with Erin and her collagues on a rooftop overlooking St Paul's Cathedral, and made my way home (got lost but in trying to avoid a man trying to sign me up to his charity, found myself on the right path again).
The accents here are funny. I'm finding it hard taking people seriously; I seem to be automatically categorising people and their accents into various TV shows. Extras seems to be winning so far, especially the accent by the larger woman "Mr Stoooookes". Duncan from Community is here everywhere, too, also Gandalf the Wizard and the girls from Ab Fab. I can't wait to hear someone call me "sweetie, darling".
Yesterday, Sam and Meg (Thomas' brother and sister-in-law) and I went to Covent Gardens, which weren't actually gardens, but markets inside a big square. There was a 'poo and pee' shirt and a lot of giant eggs painted differently. We walked around to Trafalgar Square, where I sat on a giant lion and got sworn at by a stupid French girl because I took too long posing. We walked to King's Cross, I saw platform 9 3/4 and giggled excitedly like a little girl.
For dinner we visited Jamie's Italian which was great- it's smart but not wanky, relaxed and welcoming, he's done an awesome job. I was impressed.
I haven't seen Adele yet, which is weird. Still looking.
Seeing Erin and Thomas again is fantastic. It's weird, it just feels like they never left. It was exciting to hug her initially, but it's just like old times, i'm excited. They live in a little place called Barbican which is awesome. There are food markets on the street opposite, a little burial grounds with squirrels everywhere, an awesome coffee shop (i've chatted to the owner about working there casually, he's keen...yus) and a little park. It's 5 mins walk from Erin's work so we have lunch together when she works, and about 10 minutes from Liverpool Station, like in the Monopoly Game. I was really excited. Haven't seen a fox yet.
Also, it's freezing. My ipod says 8 degrees, I reckon colder. Apparently it's snowing in Edinborough so we've got a bit of that cold. Stupid Scotland, ruining my life.
Flying tomorrow to Porto, Portugal and walk El Camino de Santiago. Pretty excited about eating Portuguese Tarts and Nandos for a few days.
ps I thought about writing a "how to find good coffee in Europe", but not sure this is the place. If you're interested, let me know and i'll link you in.
So, my trip has begun. I have just spent over 24 hours in the air, visited a butterfly garden (that had nothing on Glamorgan Primay school) and a koi pond inside an airport, caught two trains by myself with getting stabbed or lost, had lunch with Erin and her collagues on a rooftop overlooking St Paul's Cathedral, and made my way home (got lost but in trying to avoid a man trying to sign me up to his charity, found myself on the right path again).
The accents here are funny. I'm finding it hard taking people seriously; I seem to be automatically categorising people and their accents into various TV shows. Extras seems to be winning so far, especially the accent by the larger woman "Mr Stoooookes". Duncan from Community is here everywhere, too, also Gandalf the Wizard and the girls from Ab Fab. I can't wait to hear someone call me "sweetie, darling".
Yesterday, Sam and Meg (Thomas' brother and sister-in-law) and I went to Covent Gardens, which weren't actually gardens, but markets inside a big square. There was a 'poo and pee' shirt and a lot of giant eggs painted differently. We walked around to Trafalgar Square, where I sat on a giant lion and got sworn at by a stupid French girl because I took too long posing. We walked to King's Cross, I saw platform 9 3/4 and giggled excitedly like a little girl.
For dinner we visited Jamie's Italian which was great- it's smart but not wanky, relaxed and welcoming, he's done an awesome job. I was impressed.
I haven't seen Adele yet, which is weird. Still looking.
Seeing Erin and Thomas again is fantastic. It's weird, it just feels like they never left. It was exciting to hug her initially, but it's just like old times, i'm excited. They live in a little place called Barbican which is awesome. There are food markets on the street opposite, a little burial grounds with squirrels everywhere, an awesome coffee shop (i've chatted to the owner about working there casually, he's keen...yus) and a little park. It's 5 mins walk from Erin's work so we have lunch together when she works, and about 10 minutes from Liverpool Station, like in the Monopoly Game. I was really excited. Haven't seen a fox yet.
Also, it's freezing. My ipod says 8 degrees, I reckon colder. Apparently it's snowing in Edinborough so we've got a bit of that cold. Stupid Scotland, ruining my life.
Flying tomorrow to Porto, Portugal and walk El Camino de Santiago. Pretty excited about eating Portuguese Tarts and Nandos for a few days.
ps I thought about writing a "how to find good coffee in Europe", but not sure this is the place. If you're interested, let me know and i'll link you in.
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