London (Pt 1)
The bus left at 2, Little did I know at that point, what it would turn into. As soon as we got there, my plans where shot. After arriving in the “different” accommodation (different is a word which I will use with great openness!) I decided to switch rooms, to that of Sam, Suzanne and Sarah – as I was too knackered on the first night to go out with my old roommates. As sarah nibbled on her semi-defrosted sausage rolls, the rest of us decided to check out in what we were staying in…boy I wish we hadn’t. Slowly but surely my heart sank into where we were really staying!
The next morning we decided to get the hell out of there as soon as possible (after all, we didn’t know what we would catch!) We walked around for a little while, and then settled on grabbing some breakfast, in café concerto, not far from where we were stopping. A cute little café, lovely cakes – WITH ATTITUDE!
And then there was getting the bus, I think we were robbed for about £20, but oh no, it wasn’t a sinister looking fellow who peered onward at the people, and noticed us looking like 4 little lost welsh sheep standing in the soaking wet street; it was the machine! Bright in colour, dark in spirit.
More coming soon…
