What a day !

You win some and you loose some, that is the theme of my day in London.

Yesterday me and Benny did the only thing you according to the local people can do in Ramsgate: We got pissed plying pool. Had a beer to lunch and then I don’t really know when we called it a night. I wouldn’t recommend anyone to go to bed drunk on a boat, wake up to early in the morning just to realise that you have to hand over the reeling and throw-up, go back down and gather you stuffs together, get of the boat and try to get a cab, this part fall under good things, a harbour officer were early to work and opened up for me and called me a cab. In that way I got right in time to catch the 0711 train to London Bridge. I sat on the train with my coke and after an hour and a half I realise that this was not the fast train as the man back at the ticket stand at Ramsgate told me, instead it was three-hour train. I couldn’t hold back so I ran in the toilet and like a 14 year old girl I puked, a Friday morning, that was probably good though as people actually felt sorry for me, probably didn’t thought that I looked like someone who got blasted last night. Arriving almost two hors later than planned I started to find my hotel. When I got there I couldn’t check in until three, I knew that but what I didn’t know were that I couldn’t either leave my bags if I don’t pay up 10 pound as a early check-in. I would have if I had had time to shower and get ready but I was in an extreme hurry to get to the Swedish embassy before 1100, time was now 10.30. So I got the reception to call me a cab, while standing on the sidewalk a few guys were arranging the sidewalk tables at the restaurant next door, I asked them if I could leave my bags with them for a few hours, of course he said no problem, I took my computer out and then left it to him to get into the cab. The driver took me to British museum, convinced that the embassy were located behind there, he took a wrong turn and about ten to 1100 he dropped me off, telling me to go around the corner, I paid 10 pounds and got off. I ran around the corner just to realize I couldn’t find it, got in the British museum pretty hysterically I got the man to actually borrow me his phone in order to get in contact with the embassy before the closed for the day. After 15 minutes I did get a hold of the girl at the embassy, explaining my situation and that I am to fly out first thing tomorrow morning and that I therefore really need my passport, telling the driver dropped me off here, she told me I were on the wrong side of town, but that she would arrange so that I could pick up my passport later that day even though the time for passports were between 9-11. I counted 2-2 positive vs. negatives.  Said thanks to the man at the museum, started to walk out when a heavy rain got me stranded at a place in the park, thought that I might check out if I can keep any food. I had a plain salad and I could keep it, people around probably thought I had some eating disorder considering how slowly I ate that salad. Asked a guy if I could look at his mp, you can have it he said, sweet then I know where I am and where to go.  Ok, had to start to get to a subway and go to marble arch and to collect my passport. She told me to come at precise 1400.

 

 

With my passport in my hand I went back to the hotel just to realize that I couldn’t check in still. The room are booked by Paul the owner of the boat I sailed here form Sweden, and to check-in, which they didn’t tell us when we did the booking, you have to answering a control question which is; what address? How should I know, luckily for me though I am a curious person and overlooked when Paul filled in the form, I don’t know the address I just know that it is Kent, I said, and they nodded ok and I got to have the most lovely shower for a long time.

 

Ok, it already 1700 so I better get going if I am to gain something out of this day, first I had a herbalife proteinbar, my body probably liked that, and I could keep it so I was happy. Harrods next on the schedule. I love to walk around there among designer art of clothes, shoes, accessories and furniture as well as paintings and posters. And of course a doughnut and a coffee. Did some nice shopping at Zara sale, a dress for my friends wedding, thought to myself, next stop Piccadilly and Soho, food time and I know what I want: wagamamma, but first print my boarding pass and check-in online. I stopped at Meriden at Piccadilly and fixed that, check, had a noodles dinner and believe me it felt good to have my first proper meal this day.

 

Time were now about half ten and I started to get back to the hotel, when at the room I realise that they don’t have any wake-up service and that equals that I wont get up in the morning to be in time for my flight as my phone isn’t charged. I asked at the hotel, no they don’t have a charger or a converter, so I decided to go for a pub walk and finally I found one at the pub cross the street. That equals 3-2 to the good side.

 

Oh, speaking of tomorrow and how to get to the airport, they do construction at the line that I stay at during his weekend I heard in the speakers today, I realised that I probably should check up how much that affect me tomorrow morning, and so I did and I now know how to do the puzzle tomorrow.

 

Almost all set, I will just go down to the pub and get my phone, have a nice shower and then lay down on the bed, relax for a while watching telly and eat some chips.

 

Tomorrow my sailing adventure ends by flying back home to Stockholm. It has been an intense time and as always when I do things there has been a lot to take in I a short time not at least that I have been living in a boat for a week and a half with three guys I hadn’t met before.  Felt a bit said to leave in the morning but as every time a good buy is only a start for something new. 

 

Stockholm here I come . . .