So, on Friday I woke up at 6:45AM. I dressed. I facebooked. I blogged. All of the essential things. At 7:45AM I left the house with my parents calling after me to look both ways when I cross roads and to not get in cars with strangers. You probably think I'm joking.
If only you knew.
Met Vicky in town at 8AM, skipped down to the train station, bought our breakfast (I had a cheese and tomato muffin, Vicky had some sort of chocolate pastry twirl thing) and large coffees. Popped in to WHSmith for a notebook. Pretended we were on our way to a very important business meeting. THEN BOARDED THE TRAIN.
Vicky likes trains. She has a train fetish. She admits this freely... IKR. I like trains, but perhaps with less enthusiasm than Vicky, and this fondness dwindles as time on the train passes and I feel notably more ill. Though it has to be said, travel sickness and my insistent headaches are almost the only thing I can complain about as far as my physical health is concerned, so I'll accept it.
Despite the slight dizziness, it was FUN. We planned out the next two days in the notebook that we'd bought (with the help of the Guide to London), and Vicky drew a wonderful interpretation of Big Ben at the front. We discussed recent events in our lives, analysed Vicky's dream about Aarti's parents and Vicky decided that I "like the chase". LOLOLOL.Obv talking about Mario Kart. It's always more fun at the back (and no, that isn't because I'm just always losing anyway). You get all the good power ups.Then a nice man with a VERY quiet voice spoke to Vicky about UCL and medicine and stuff. We didn't get in to his car, don't worry, Mum.
Two and a bit hours later and the train pulled in to St PancrEAs, as I tend to call it. The sun was shining (scorching, burning, 'teva) and life was good. We weren't the only ones walking through the train station with hugs grins on our faces, no siree! EVERYONE IS HAPPY IN LONDON. I'm smiling just thinking about London. Can we go back? Like now? Yeah..? What? No? But. :C
We followed various signs down to the TUBE, where we bought two day tickets and worked out our route to OXFORD CIRCUS <33 After doing so, we got on one of many escalators leading down in to the deep depths of London (standing only on the right, obviously) and boarded our first tube. This in itself was exciting, but more than that was when we actually got OFF the tube (or 'train' as Londoners call it) and emerged at the heart of Oxford St, with the world of shopping directly in front of us.
We spent an indecent amount of time in Top Shop (bought some lovely things), popped in to a few other clothes shops, before taking a trip down to the lovely Covent Garden! Covent Garden is where you find all the statue guys, who paint themselves from head to toe in shiny paint and stand around for hours on end for the amusement of tourists. I was suitably amused, of course. We went to this lovely little cafe, where we sat listening to a string band, who accompanied their music with some odd little dance moves. It was nice. After that we went to a muffin shops that sold the most beautiful muffins I've ever seen. I got a blueberry muffin with a little man made of icing on the top. Vicky's had some sort of sweet on it. We were both pleased with our choices.
After lunch we visited David and Goliath <3 I love it there. It had swearing bears on the walls. Why doesn't everywhere have swearing bears? Then we wandered off and somehow ended up in China Town, where we were bombarded with every variety of noodle you can imagine. Aisles and aisles of noodles. So many noodles...
From there we managed to find our way to one of those square places (not entirely sure which one. There was some sort of giant lion? Feel free to google), where we were perved on by a very unsubtle old man. Like he literally just shuffled past, staring at us. With his eyes. HE DIDN'T EVEN LOOK AWAY WHEN WE LOOKED AT HIM. Not smooth.
Then we went to see Westminister (which is apparently some sort of church. Who knew) and Big Ben. I don't remember WHY we went there. We were going to do that on Saturday. But anyway, we went there and we stopped by Downing Street to compliment the men with the guns, crossed the big bridge and looked at the grey sludge that is the Thames. THEN we went for a little (I say little, but Vicky was clearly in pain by the end of it. I think she should have taken more sensible shoes) walk along Southbank. I like it there. It's lovely.
Got a bit lost at the end of Southbank and had to hunt down a tube station in an area that was clearly not meant for tourists. After finding said station, we went back to our beloved Oxford Street. BUT NO, Bloggies, WE DID NOT SHOP. No, we were in fact going to Oxford Street to find the hostel we were staying in. NEXT TO OXFORD STREET. Ah, shops. Despite the fact that I'd walked the way a million times on Google maps, we got a tad lost. It's not my fault. The roads are confusing. One minute it's Great Marlebourne, then it's Poland St! MAKE YOUR MIND UP ROAD.
Moving on. We eventually found our adorable little hostel and it was amazing. We were greeted by this pleasantly camp man. They had a cup of biros with feathers on the end. Everything was bright and colourful. They had a huge tube map on the wall. A lounge with big purple chairs. COFFEE. It was actually nicer than hotels that I've stayed in. Everyone should go there. EVERYONE. We hunted down our room. "Dorm 10". It was tense as we opened the door, wondering if we'd be sharing with STRANGERS. Thankfully the room was empty, although there were two sets of bunk beds. Vicky claimed the top of one. I said that was ok. I like being on the bottom ;)
Vicky put on her new flowery shorts that she'd bought, I took my tights off. WE WERE READY TO GO BACK OUT AND FACE LONDON. Admittedly it was getting fairly late, so we went to a few more shops (I don't remember which ones, but I'm sure they were amazing. HMV was one I think, where we both bought t-shirts with a picture of Charlie Sheen's face on) then wandered off the main road. That's when we found ourselves at a kind of private park with grass and flowers and swings and stuff. Vicky suggested as we left that it was probably for the rich kids who lived in the nice apartments opposite, but didn't have gardens. It seemed logical seeing as every child in the park had the same private school looking uniform on. We were probably trespassing. LOL.
We walked back towards our hostel, stopping off at a nice Italian restaurant (even though I hate Italian. Too many childhood memories of soggy calzone and cheesy risotto. No thanks) called Cafe Uno for tea. Then we went to Marks and Spencers which was virtually opposite our hostel (next door to a lovely Starbucks that will probably appear again in Vicky's post) and bought tights. BUT THESE ARE NOT JUST ANY TIGHTS. These are BROWN tights. They go with any outfit. They're lovely and soft. Not too thick, not too thin! They're good for cold summer evenings or those warm winter days! Marks and Spencer's brown tights: Perfect for all occasions! Get yours at any good M&S TODAY!
I hope you realise that the "BROWN tights" bit was meant to be read in that sexy M&S advert voice. You know, the one that makes a slice of chocolate cake in to some sort of porn film. Yeah. That one.
After the tights excitement, we went back to our hostel. It wasn't late enough for bed yet, so we went down to reception and got some drinks. I had the loveliest hot chocolate EVAR. Then we went and sat in the lounge, where we discussed life. While we were sat there, a Chinese man came and sat on the table next to ours with his tea. You'll never guess what he was eating. YEAH. NOODLES. Ah, amazing.
We went back to our room after that, put our pyjamas on and planned tomorrow. We drew each other lovely pictures of teddy bears and sang songs of Charlie Sheen. It was all very nice. Then we turned off the lights and settled down for a completely peaceful and entirely undisturbed sleep.
OR DID WE?!
Tune in next week (or whenever Vicky finishes her post) to find out!
I hope you had as much fun reading about our amazing London trip as I did going on it. LOL jk, you probably stopped reading about 10 paragraphs ago. If you did continue this far, 10 POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR!
Jasm x
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