Welcome to the Jungle
Back in a cloudy cold and unfriendly Karlskoga, from a sunnier, warmer and friendlier London. It was like the whole city (Karlskoga) was giving us a big finger as a "welcome back", and made me and Josefine regret that we didn't get on the wrong plane when we left London. I also came home to a jungle... My brother Steve is home for the summer, with his cat Ziggy. All of the sudden that little one room apartment we were staying at in London doesn't seem so small after all.
We had five lovely five days in London. As our couchsurfing friend decided to test our nerves by not writing back and give us a phone number, an address or ANYTHING, we were homeless. Then Josefines friend litterary saved us by offering us one of his apartment. He had moved out so he had an extra apartment for a few weeks. Our joy was ridiculous, and made us think that things must really happen for a reason/her friend is God personified. As we got there after a day filled with travelling by bus, train, plane, another bus and finally the subway, we had two things on our minds;
1. FOOD
2. SLEEP
It was simple, we went to Burger King, went home, ate and went to sleep.
The next day, and the days after that as well, we did some shopping and alot of walking around London. On friday we went to a really nice club, Koko. The music was really good, even though I hadn't heard most of it. Our britpop-hearts were beating that night and we had a really good time. Then on Saturday, after sleeping in real late, (we aren't used to being out late as the two only clubs in our hometown closes at two, and most of the times we're sick of it and leave early) it was time for another club night. This time it was time for my 60's-heart to beat. And it did! I thought I was in heaven, well, I did until it was five o' clock and I got back on earth, thinking I need to sleep. So we went home, Josefine with a mild tinitus, and me with a bittersweet feeling I was happy to have gone to the club, but bitter about the fact that I probably need to go to another country to be able to go to a similar one.
Wow, I could go on forever about this trip, but I'm too tired to. It was a great trip, even though our trip back could have gone a bit more smooth. To be brief, we forgot to get our boarding passes at first, we almost got on the plane to Oslo (big mistake not to give that a try, though), then got stuck on the train because of some signal errors, sitting behind two beer-drinking Asians who were drunk, smelled and were talking and laughing all the time.
Now it's time for a bath and a facial mask, to get the last layer of big city-pollution of my body. I guess I need to start cleaning my room as well, and buy a new bodylotion as the one I use is all over my toliet bag. I will also try my best to enjoy the summer and for being here with my family and friends. And of course drinking French Vanilla Coffee, and looking forward to see the Pelosis in about a month!
(I guess I better apologize if some of what I wrote is unreadable because of grammar or spelling or anything else. I'm simply to laz....I mean tired to read through it all)
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We had five lovely five days in London. As our couchsurfing friend decided to test our nerves by not writing back and give us a phone number, an address or ANYTHING, we were homeless. Then Josefines friend litterary saved us by offering us one of his apartment. He had moved out so he had an extra apartment for a few weeks. Our joy was ridiculous, and made us think that things must really happen for a reason/her friend is God personified. As we got there after a day filled with travelling by bus, train, plane, another bus and finally the subway, we had two things on our minds;
1. FOOD
2. SLEEP
It was simple, we went to Burger King, went home, ate and went to sleep.
The next day, and the days after that as well, we did some shopping and alot of walking around London. On friday we went to a really nice club, Koko. The music was really good, even though I hadn't heard most of it. Our britpop-hearts were beating that night and we had a really good time. Then on Saturday, after sleeping in real late, (we aren't used to being out late as the two only clubs in our hometown closes at two, and most of the times we're sick of it and leave early) it was time for another club night. This time it was time for my 60's-heart to beat. And it did! I thought I was in heaven, well, I did until it was five o' clock and I got back on earth, thinking I need to sleep. So we went home, Josefine with a mild tinitus, and me with a bittersweet feeling I was happy to have gone to the club, but bitter about the fact that I probably need to go to another country to be able to go to a similar one.
Wow, I could go on forever about this trip, but I'm too tired to. It was a great trip, even though our trip back could have gone a bit more smooth. To be brief, we forgot to get our boarding passes at first, we almost got on the plane to Oslo (big mistake not to give that a try, though), then got stuck on the train because of some signal errors, sitting behind two beer-drinking Asians who were drunk, smelled and were talking and laughing all the time.
Now it's time for a bath and a facial mask, to get the last layer of big city-pollution of my body. I guess I need to start cleaning my room as well, and buy a new bodylotion as the one I use is all over my toliet bag. I will also try my best to enjoy the summer and for being here with my family and friends. And of course drinking French Vanilla Coffee, and looking forward to see the Pelosis in about a month!
(I guess I better apologize if some of what I wrote is unreadable because of grammar or spelling or anything else. I'm simply to laz....I mean tired to read through it all)
<3
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