LONDON, ENGLAND, CONSIDER YOURSELVES WARNED! Part 2.
Oh, God, this is too much to face! I feel I must update, but it's so much EFFORT. God.
Okay, so. Let's get this party started. I don't know why you'd want to read this by day, but that's how I'm going to break things up.
Wednesday, Janelle, Alyssa, Chesh and I took a bus from Kensington to Victoria Station, which was HUGE. We managed to get money from ATMs (I had to call my bank and get things sorted with them because they are kind of stupid, but all is well now) and also purchased week-long Travelcards so we could take any transport we wanted. We'll have to go get new ones tomorrow, I think, and that's a relief for me since mine QUIT WORKING and now I have to flash it at a Tube employee every time I enter a station, which is really annoying and slow. It got bent in my pocket or something because I'm a retard.
We sat and ate lunch in the station and browsed a few shops before going out and exploring the area a bit in the rain. Went to a Topshop and loved the shoes, but didn't end up buying anything, although I ALMOST bought Chesh a set of earrings that included little functioning gold locket studs. SO CUTE. Let me say something now: England not only has amazing desserts, but awesome SHOES as well! All the girls wear amazing shoes here and all the stores have way better shoes than American stores. Expensive, sadly, or I'd go home with ten new pairs.
From there, we reorganized our plans and went to the Natural History Museum, where we split off into pairs and roamed the entire building. There was some boring stuff and also some cool stuff, but the best part for me was the building itself. ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS ARCHITECTURE. I'm so boring, but seriously, that place was beautiful. We also saw a skeleton replica of a REALLY big ancient sloth, which was cool, and a slice from a fucking MASSIVE sequoia. There was also this weird place where you could watch scientists working through glass windows and the signs are all PLEASE DON'T DISTURB THE SCIENTISTS BY TAPPING ON THE WINDOWS and it was like they were fish or something. Pretty awesome.
Then after we did that and went through the gift shop, we made our way back to the flat, I guess, and then Nicky came round after work and we had some LOLZ and did video chats with Sarah and Veer!
Thursday, the day I first updated, I spent mostly in here feeling sick. Everyone else went out to High Street Kensington and Janelle bought an awesome flared tweed trenchcoat that looks AMAZING on her. Also, pasties were had and I've been informed I must eat one at the first opportunity.
In the evening, I was recovered enough to go on the Ripper Walk with Chesh. We waited outside Barbican Station until we located a middle-aged Northern Irishman who was very bubbly and talkative. His name was Declan and he's been doing this Blood & Tears tour of central London's spookiest bits for eleven years now.
The dude walks FAST. He informed the group of us (about 15-20 people) to stay close behind him and I took him at his word, to the point where I practically jogged after him. For two hours. In heels. I was so winded and sore by the end of it, but it was a good time and I saw a lot of gorgeous old buildings (churches, former prisons, pubs) and creepy alleyways and bloody Fleet Street and Baker Street and heard all kinds of legends about various escaped criminals, serial killers and other morbid goings-on! From the end of it, Chesh and I caught the Tube back home, exhausted. I didn't take a single picture because Declan didn't like pictures to interrupt his talking, but he lied when he said there'd be 'plenty of time' after he finished speaking to snap photos, since he just RAN OFF TO THE NEXT THING. Goddamn, that guy walks so fucking fast. Chesh was highly impressed that I managed to keep up with him, and man, so am I!
So that was a good time. Not terribly frightening, though. He might've tried too hard there to scare us, and it just wasn't happening. I found that funny since I am a giant pussy and the most easily-terrified person I know. Declan DID discuss bands with us, like Suede and the Manics and whatever. He pointed out a little place where David Bowie was like, some kind of office monkey when he was 20 or so years old, and that was entertaining.
Okay, I started to type up Friday, but I think I'm going to hold off on posting it just yet so I can do it and Saturday in one entry. I need to go shower and make myself presentable so I can head down to Shepherd's Bush and get some medicine anyway. Hopefully someone's enjoying my accounts!
J.
Okay, so. Let's get this party started. I don't know why you'd want to read this by day, but that's how I'm going to break things up.
Wednesday, Janelle, Alyssa, Chesh and I took a bus from Kensington to Victoria Station, which was HUGE. We managed to get money from ATMs (I had to call my bank and get things sorted with them because they are kind of stupid, but all is well now) and also purchased week-long Travelcards so we could take any transport we wanted. We'll have to go get new ones tomorrow, I think, and that's a relief for me since mine QUIT WORKING and now I have to flash it at a Tube employee every time I enter a station, which is really annoying and slow. It got bent in my pocket or something because I'm a retard.
We sat and ate lunch in the station and browsed a few shops before going out and exploring the area a bit in the rain. Went to a Topshop and loved the shoes, but didn't end up buying anything, although I ALMOST bought Chesh a set of earrings that included little functioning gold locket studs. SO CUTE. Let me say something now: England not only has amazing desserts, but awesome SHOES as well! All the girls wear amazing shoes here and all the stores have way better shoes than American stores. Expensive, sadly, or I'd go home with ten new pairs.
From there, we reorganized our plans and went to the Natural History Museum, where we split off into pairs and roamed the entire building. There was some boring stuff and also some cool stuff, but the best part for me was the building itself. ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS ARCHITECTURE. I'm so boring, but seriously, that place was beautiful. We also saw a skeleton replica of a REALLY big ancient sloth, which was cool, and a slice from a fucking MASSIVE sequoia. There was also this weird place where you could watch scientists working through glass windows and the signs are all PLEASE DON'T DISTURB THE SCIENTISTS BY TAPPING ON THE WINDOWS and it was like they were fish or something. Pretty awesome.
Then after we did that and went through the gift shop, we made our way back to the flat, I guess, and then Nicky came round after work and we had some LOLZ and did video chats with Sarah and Veer!
Thursday, the day I first updated, I spent mostly in here feeling sick. Everyone else went out to High Street Kensington and Janelle bought an awesome flared tweed trenchcoat that looks AMAZING on her. Also, pasties were had and I've been informed I must eat one at the first opportunity.
In the evening, I was recovered enough to go on the Ripper Walk with Chesh. We waited outside Barbican Station until we located a middle-aged Northern Irishman who was very bubbly and talkative. His name was Declan and he's been doing this Blood & Tears tour of central London's spookiest bits for eleven years now.
The dude walks FAST. He informed the group of us (about 15-20 people) to stay close behind him and I took him at his word, to the point where I practically jogged after him. For two hours. In heels. I was so winded and sore by the end of it, but it was a good time and I saw a lot of gorgeous old buildings (churches, former prisons, pubs) and creepy alleyways and bloody Fleet Street and Baker Street and heard all kinds of legends about various escaped criminals, serial killers and other morbid goings-on! From the end of it, Chesh and I caught the Tube back home, exhausted. I didn't take a single picture because Declan didn't like pictures to interrupt his talking, but he lied when he said there'd be 'plenty of time' after he finished speaking to snap photos, since he just RAN OFF TO THE NEXT THING. Goddamn, that guy walks so fucking fast. Chesh was highly impressed that I managed to keep up with him, and man, so am I!
So that was a good time. Not terribly frightening, though. He might've tried too hard there to scare us, and it just wasn't happening. I found that funny since I am a giant pussy and the most easily-terrified person I know. Declan DID discuss bands with us, like Suede and the Manics and whatever. He pointed out a little place where David Bowie was like, some kind of office monkey when he was 20 or so years old, and that was entertaining.
Okay, I started to type up Friday, but I think I'm going to hold off on posting it just yet so I can do it and Saturday in one entry. I need to go shower and make myself presentable so I can head down to Shepherd's Bush and get some medicine anyway. Hopefully someone's enjoying my accounts!
J.