He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich
Here is the abridged version of my 5 days on the move:
I thought it would be a good idea to hit London for a couple of days before my flight to Sydney because, well, it's London. So I did the whirlwind tour, which consisted of me finding the big clock and wandering aimlessly from there. There are some of you who already know this, but I found out that London is very big and I was very tired by the end of it all. I was so tired I was sure that I would have no problems sleeping in my hostel bunk, which many of you know it usually an impossible task due to snoring, drunks, and snoring drunks. I was very very wrong. Unlike many American hostels, European hostels are co-ed. I'm all for progressive thought, but seldom do I lose any sleep over it (note clever word usage). Stick traveling boys and girls in a big room together and no sleep happens. The biggest disruption, however, was a loud Australian girl who came in at 2am and loudly noted that everyone was in bed and proceeded to make a loud phone call to her dad, begging for him to wire her a thousand dollars. She then began to complain about the Americans who had joined the ranks that night. That irked me since I knew they were Canadians. She went on a long rant about violent Americans which upset me greatly and if I wasn't so tired I would have declared war.
I went to the airport the next morning even though my flight was that night...I had nowhere else to go with all of my luggage. So I waited. Which was good, because I was first at the desk and that allowed plenty of time for the lady behind the desk to explain to me that my visa was not stamped when I entered Scotland and that meant no getty on flighty. I tried to explain to her that the Scotland airport was as empty as the first 10 minutes of a zombie movie, but she didn't seem to care. So I rushed a visa in 2 hours and 50 dollars and was at security with 2 hours to go, and almost missed my flight.
But, I'm writing this so I must have made it...you are all very clever.
I flew 10 hours, switched in Bangkok and flew another 10. It just so happens I sat next to a fella and his girl returning from their Thailand vacation, and they were students at the university near where I was headed. So they asked me about my travels and I told them where I was headed. They seemed very keen on HOW I was planning to get to Wollongong and very amused that I had yet to figure that out. When I explained I was just going to get on the first bus or train I saw and stay at the first hostel I could find they kindly suggested I should ride with them and they would take me where I needed to be. So I accepted and I think it's good that I did...because, looking back, I don't think I would have made it otherwise.
But I DID make it...you are all so clever. So there you go Josh, Steve didn't hunt me like a croc, but he did search my bags for illegal food.
I thought it would be a good idea to hit London for a couple of days before my flight to Sydney because, well, it's London. So I did the whirlwind tour, which consisted of me finding the big clock and wandering aimlessly from there. There are some of you who already know this, but I found out that London is very big and I was very tired by the end of it all. I was so tired I was sure that I would have no problems sleeping in my hostel bunk, which many of you know it usually an impossible task due to snoring, drunks, and snoring drunks. I was very very wrong. Unlike many American hostels, European hostels are co-ed. I'm all for progressive thought, but seldom do I lose any sleep over it (note clever word usage). Stick traveling boys and girls in a big room together and no sleep happens. The biggest disruption, however, was a loud Australian girl who came in at 2am and loudly noted that everyone was in bed and proceeded to make a loud phone call to her dad, begging for him to wire her a thousand dollars. She then began to complain about the Americans who had joined the ranks that night. That irked me since I knew they were Canadians. She went on a long rant about violent Americans which upset me greatly and if I wasn't so tired I would have declared war.
I went to the airport the next morning even though my flight was that night...I had nowhere else to go with all of my luggage. So I waited. Which was good, because I was first at the desk and that allowed plenty of time for the lady behind the desk to explain to me that my visa was not stamped when I entered Scotland and that meant no getty on flighty. I tried to explain to her that the Scotland airport was as empty as the first 10 minutes of a zombie movie, but she didn't seem to care. So I rushed a visa in 2 hours and 50 dollars and was at security with 2 hours to go, and almost missed my flight.
But, I'm writing this so I must have made it...you are all very clever.
I flew 10 hours, switched in Bangkok and flew another 10. It just so happens I sat next to a fella and his girl returning from their Thailand vacation, and they were students at the university near where I was headed. So they asked me about my travels and I told them where I was headed. They seemed very keen on HOW I was planning to get to Wollongong and very amused that I had yet to figure that out. When I explained I was just going to get on the first bus or train I saw and stay at the first hostel I could find they kindly suggested I should ride with them and they would take me where I needed to be. So I accepted and I think it's good that I did...because, looking back, I don't think I would have made it otherwise.
But I DID make it...you are all so clever. So there you go Josh, Steve didn't hunt me like a croc, but he did search my bags for illegal food.
posted by jonas at 2:43 AM
2 Comments:
Not the dreaded vegemite!
jonas, did you leave your jacket in the airport? I left mine at the airport.
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