Journal 2 a Londre encore / 2nd Journal in London again

Thursday, September 15th 2005

So weird, this guy came in at like 5am and started talking to me, then he went to bed (his bed was perpandicular to mine and at my feet) and he started to hold and caresse my feet. So funky!

6:30am
Time to wake up. Ewwww, hate waking up that early. I bought my ticket (8Euros) yesterday at a hotel for the bus to Ciampino airport. Cheap airlines filght in and out of there. It’s a double decker bus and it’s full. Goodbye Rome, you wonderfully beautiful city. Don’t change, see ya!

This is shit! On the Easyjet website, it said there was no restrictions on cargo luggage weight and now, they’re telling me it’s 20kg max. Oh god! I hate to open my suitcase and empty part of it, thank god I brought my back pack and still, filling it up didn’t do enough. I have: my purse, my hand baggage, my pillow, my backpack and my sleeping bag to carry. How convinient! Crap! This is not my day. We’ve been waiting for 20min. to land into Gatwick airport and now we have to go to Lutton airport to refuel ‘cause the wait will be too long. That’s what happends when you travel on a cheap airline company.

Took a coach to Victoria square (6pds) and got a lift to the Millenium Lodge where I’m staying tonight. Of course, I had to be stuck with 4 guys from France. I was laughing my ass off from their expressions. And well, there’s no travelling without crossing Poles (they work at this hostel). This is travelling in Europe, meeting people from other countries than the one your in.

Friday, September 16th 2005

I tried to get ticket for todays reprensentation of Guys and Dolls yesterday but there were no seats left. So I have to go directly to the box office this morning at 10am in case there’s openings. I hope so! It’s 9:30am now and I’m on my way in the underground. Yap, I’m in the underground which was hit by terrorists not so long age. Ah well! Got my ticket for Guys and Dolls. I’m quite excited about that. Show starts at 7:30pm gotta be there for 7. Got the cheapest tickets, standing for 15 pds. Bought myself a carrot cake which I’ll be enjoying later. As I’m tired, have 4,90 pds left and will be standing for 2h30, I’ve decided to go back to the hostel untill it’s time to leave.

I went to the information booth at Piccadilly circus and the guy informed on how dangerous the area of the hostel is, so I guess the moment the show ends and I see Mr. McGregor, I’ll go straight to the hostel pick up my luggage and leave. Better wait longer at Victoria Square. Ate a soup at the hostel, read a book, sleeped on the couch, watched TV and listened to some Austrian music. The music was the most interesting part, that Austrian kid was happy to make me listen as he drew in my PDA.

It’s 6:20pm, am in a tube on my way to Piccadilly circus. Weeeee!! End of the show, it’s now time to run at the hostel to get luggage. The dancing was good, the singing OK, the story lacked imagination and Ewan McGregor was georgous. This is the time where I’m grateful for all those years of groupie practice! After the show, I went to the stage door to get an autograph and maybe a picture of Ewan McGregor. From where I was standing, I could see thru the side crack. After awhile, I saw Mr. McGregor taking some pictures and talking to some people, he had a white helmet in his hands and he went the other way so I left the crowd turned the corner to see the exit which he was goin to use. I got a picture of him on his bike. As I walked towards the tube, I saw him and wished him a good night, he looked at me, thanked me and wished me the same. Well Heeeellllooooo Mr. McGregor! I’d wish for more but this is better than notting.

Now, it’s time to run to the hostel, catch the last tube and get myself to Victoria Square and wait forever. Weeeee! Fun times comming ahead! (sarcastically, of course). This city’s shit! It took me F*#%!? one hour to find the coach station and it’s closed, the train station is closed, the nearest open McD’s is 20 mins walk with my heavy luggage it’s 20 past 1 in the morning and my bus leaves at 3:30am. Mainly, I’m stuck outside in the cold untill they open the doors which is god knows when. It’s cold out and I’m glad I changed from my skirt to my pants or else I’d be freezing. I’m sitting on my suitcase with my sleeping bag wrapped around me. I’m talking with a Portuguese who lives in London. Can’t wait to see Jan-Kees, just a couple of hours. I’m so cold and tired.