A Night in London
RyanAir should check their switch to "SadoMaso at low cost - Studio" rename. What a scoop that would be! And you could set in advance to prepare and humiliations of all kinds: handkerchiefs, plasters, nerves of steel. spat out from Stansted to be there was about a lot more pleasant than the Stansted Express and then finally arrived at Liverpool station was a load off my battered heart.
I love to travel, but journeys I had to date only identified by train. A Hour advertising jingles to listen and to be offered scratchcards is one or two fatal Abturzfantasien value. Since you refused but like the oxygen mask. Ah, the funny parts were geploppt but only from the ceiling. But you can not have everything eventually. Note to me: Next time take the train.
The subway in London works the same as that in Tokyo. Card to buy, go through the wheel, take the card back in and go out through the four-pound card Rausgehrad say farewell. It seems as though I had forgotten something in between. What was that again? Oh yes! The underground train travel of course! How could I just forget? Must have escaped me when I swing with a great deal (Please do not understand wrong) the U-Bahn climb against deie subway door frame top thundered.
Here I'm really not great. 168cm says my card. In the morning I am determined an inch larger. Since I had today but RyanAir bawled already strong, were intended only mikrige 150cm left.
BAM! I stagger to a seat and feel like on a chair in the nursery. My knees were on the chest .. At Tottenham Court Road station, I crawl out of the seat and sneak up the stairs.
A big "We will Rock you" sign staring me together with a plastic figure in an outstretched pose. It shakes me to the idea of this musical in Cologne, where I had probably forced my last remaining brain cells working accurately in the strike.
The hotel is easily found, it lies directly at the station and I arrived half an hour. I feel extremely underdressed in the hotel lobby, which is in the room itself changes abruptly. It's small, has a vergilbtbeige, boxy 70's hair dryer and a small window. The pay-television offering BBC1, BBC2 and ITV2. I had known that the BBC was not quite straight runs. Once zapped by Jonathan Ross and off I hope to have verglotzt than 10 pounds.
Internet in the lobby costs 10 pounds per day. Or 20 pounds per week. My credit card refuses to pay the shit and I'm finding on the eternal mission an Internet cafe. The ironing room like it very much and see my things again and agreeable I equip myself for the talk.
come three hours early, I am at Hide Park once and stroll around beautiful pools and flower beds. A banana, the second what I take to me today, I rinse down with a British water. It s half past three clock in the afternoon and I think I now die of hunger or thirst less urgent needs. Hide from the park to the National Geographic Society, it is 10 or 15 minute walk. In an hour I had the building after intensive British harassment and still found plenty of time to beat to 18:30 dead.
strolling down the road I enjoy the most delicious, green tea frozen yogurt with strawberries and raspberries before SNOG. After a few phone calls and knowing that I can communicate well offline but somehow I am going back to the museum and introduce myself as a precaution schonmal the other waiting tuxedos and Kostümchen.
I almost got to know someone, but my bad English and my art breaks to fish for words probably too demanding for the listener. I Mogle with my ticket purchased on ebay in the idea and someone actually starts with me talk.
Alex lives here in Westminster and explained to me that Westminster and London were eventually grew to London together. He is interested in Japan and eats lots of snacks, which I will refrain from doing as far as possible, because the green tea yogurt to the banana seems not tolerate.
storm Then the masses (I count myself very un-British with a) even in the room and the din of the audience enters a 51 years the space is presented and an hour long talk very humorous, as I do at the enthusiastic laughter of my seat neighbors to identify uniquely believe. The question session ended the event and I'm going with a ton version of the book of the speaker that my permissible Hand luggage weight on the flight back hopefully not completely blown off, and floated a not very orderly and exemplary jostling crowd from the museum.
arrived at the hotel I squeeze my feet under the extremely tight blanket and sleep-related reading of the envelope cover one of my latest leaden achievement.
The next morning I go to the hotel's swimming and bodybuilding putting myself in search of a pink sleeve for my Macbook and very very urgently an Internet cafe. Unfortunately, I walk aimlessly through the area completely and have no chance to find an Apple gates.
But I stare at the Asians in Chinatown, go to watch the London Eye, with Sri Lanka protesters tower at around Big drum around, annoy the sharks in the remarkable sea life, go in Izakaya "Ozu" eat lunch and meet the crew probably the nicest restaurant that you can imagine.
each new intruder in her restaurant, the three men to throw a hearty "Irrashaimasee" contrary. However, they also tend to scare their guests when they ask to come in Japanese. Be sure to time to Japan and the original pure drag with the long E at the end of the spell. Very very urgent. The three guys find me very cute and probably in need of help that they provide me with their WLAN. Saved. I thought I perish in the jungle Offline London.
Then I was still gestalked. That was eingentlich earlier: since I'm in the ticket blow for the London Eye and Sea Life was twice run over from behind. I have never asked someone so emphatically distance to keep. By slightly zigzagging in different pace I had forced him to walk ahead of me and stared at him conspicuous. He crumbled when he realized I would probably remain for ever and ever sit in the crowds. Crowds are a special treat. As can happen to anything. A lot of little penguins who behave like me, if I only convincing enough and did not cause panic.
I went back to the hotel. I was a little intimidated by my stalker and depressed by my clumsy left alone. Alone I am never when I'm traveling alone, but the boredom multiplies quickly without talking. I hide in my hotel room. There is no better.
I hide myself in a pub and discover WLAN! For an hour I am happy and satisfied and call for help, but I do not know anyone in London is completely futile. (My call for help was heard, however, very well, thank you, thank you, thank you! And the two tips to remain sealed with two kisses. I read until the following morning, and googled me could totfreuen.)
I want to back to the hotel, throw a two St. John's wort tablets, turn rate from outside the hotel entrance at once to walk around the hotel. Add my mature art walk everywhere except to the actual target following, I strolled past in Soho louder theaters. My hand went to my forehead and a well londonerische typical evening activity occurred to me in a flash. I remembered a lot of tweets with "War today in the theater. It was a gigantic Raschelwettbewerb between candy and chocolate wrappers." a Londoner (The same thing that had just heard my cry for help.), which I followed on Twitter completely free and meaningful to me now and then wrote that if all British people only still unaustehlichen manure or all the same thing fired into the channel.
So I went south in any theater of my hotel. "Chicago". Very nice work and about how funny singing Lingerie hopped across the stage. Since "We Will Rock You" in Cologne, I am not Musicalaushalter more .. (In their own mother tongue has a round Rumgesinge hits a lot harder.) But the idea was very well done and if we ignore the seriousness of the situation, you can enjoy a nice stage show. The culmination of the evening was a text of my only friend in town and I slept with a ham sandwich (I was afraid there would only be toast) and some Brie on a satisfied stomach.
Now I
sit in the park outside the pub to the WLAN. It's called "The Edge" (Edge is a WLANalternative for cell phones with us unknown among G3) and has given me probably only a temporary access number. Too bad. Then I make myself in my off to London on the crown jewels. Hopefully I find an internet cafe down the road. has worked ever so yesterday anyway.
An Internet cafe I've found, but now do without the benefit of shopping at the Crown Jewels. appear to me not particularly sexy. Maybe tomorrow.
The sun is hold me. :) The heat is languishing in a well air-conditioned Intetnetcafe endure quite well.
Antonia
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