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Friday June 25, 2004 4:38PM
So, yesterday didn't start off so well. I was tired from only sleeping a half hour on the plane and when I got to the hostile, I found out I needed to buy a towel and that I couldn't check in until 2pm. I could however rent a locker and get rid of dragging my suitcase everywhere. I changed clothes, freshened up, and locked up my stuff. I made my way down by the London Bridge and bough a ticket for the bus tour. Hopped on the bus and to the advice of the ticket lady, got off at the Tower of London. I had only £10 on me, so I couldn't even buy a ticket in. I figured I would just do that when I get back. I started to walk in a direction I figured the bus stop would be in, and once I had committed to continue walking I was totally lost. I mean, I knew I was on the path, just no idea when I would come to the next stop. After walking for what seemed like forever, probably only 20 minutes, I came to a stop and waited another 20 min before another bus came along. By this time I decided I was tired, I was only getting off the bus for food.
I rode the bus for a while, saw some amazing sights, took a bunch of pictures. It was freezing cold on top of that open-air bus. It began to rain, well sprinkle, but that was enough to get my downstairs. We came to Hyde Park and I got off the bus to buy a Madame Tussaud ticket. Waited 10-15 min to get back on the bus, then went, exchanged a little money and went to the wax museum. It was soo cool, the statues looked soooo real. I only got my picture taken with Marilyn Monroe, but hopefully the pictures turned out.
Afterwards, I stopped and bought Mom and Layla (one of my friends) postcards, but unfortunately have been unable to send them. Hopefully I can send them from Paris with the same postage, or I'll just have to hold on to them until I get back to London next week.
I decided I was done with the bus, and hungry and tired, so I headed back to the hostel via the underground.
The first guy I met was Jeff, an English teacher from Ohio. He was so friendly, and just a nice gentle guy. The two girls I met were Virginia and Selida. They are also teachers from California, Virginia teaches in the OC, and Selida teaches in Compton.
I was looking to go get a towel and Virginia mentioned she needed to get a memory stick so I asked if they would like to come along down the street with me. They agreed. We invited Jeff along and the four of us were set. Jeff was there the day before and told us about the other suitemate. His name is Matt. We met him briefly before shopping but more extensively when we returned to the hostel. He is a law student from Tennessee.
We decided when we got back from shopping that food was next on the list.
The soccer game was on last night. England vs. Portugal. We watched that but by 10pm, I needed to shower and get ready for my early journey this morning. Selida returned to the room with me and we got cleaned up and just talked until the others returned.
England lost, everyone was very upset, people in the pub even cried they told us. The hostel was packed when we got bak. People were standing everywhere watching the big screen tv.
Yummy croissant, fresh squeezed orange juice and hot chocolate. Great deal for £3.50. Ok, so back to last night....Apparently the hostel double booked a bed in our room because when we got back to the room after dinner, someones stuff was on my bed. I later found our who it was and she and her boyfriend were leaving that night anyway so it ended up just being the 5 of us in the room.
We stayed up talking, trying to help Jeff decided to come to Paris and meet up with the rest of us.
I have slept a total of 2 hrs in the last 2 days.
I got ready this morning and the guy at the front desk called me a cab.
It was strange, at 3:45am, when I opened the curtain instead of turning the light on, it was already light outside, well starting to get light. I asked the driver of the cab what time the sun came up and he said 4:30am! That is soo early! I would never be able to sleep if I lived here. So I arrived at the train station and decided to call home because it was still before midnight. Spoke to Mom and Dad and started crying again. Im not sure why that happens, but I was definitely feeling regret when I first got to London yesterday. After meeting and hanging out with my roomies thought, I felt much better.
I have a smirnoff triple black while I was at the pub watching the soccer game.
So after getting off the phone I tried searching for a mailbox, but didn't find one. The process for getting on the train was a pain. I hope it's easier on the way back. I met 2 girls from Chicago before boarding, Nicole and Sara. We thought we were sitting together but they ended up being in a different car. Maybe we will meet up at the train station. "
Theres more but I thought I would break it up....sorry this is long, I just had to write when I had the chance, and the EuroStar trip was the longest I was sitting.