Underground No No.
A hostel for 10 days in London - what could possibly go wrong? Yesterday I flew from Prague, to Edinburgh, to London. That's fine, flying's fun right? Oh yay a bus ride into central London - easy and relaxing. Boom. Metro Time.
The names of the different tube stops are carved in Elvish into massive moss-engrossed pillars, Which would make it really tough to find out where you were, but since everyone is constantly moving, you just kind of get swept up and dragged like Mufasa did when he was trying to save Simba in the stampede.
Then you've got to decipher if your going north bound, west bound, north north bound west, up down left right A B and start bound, its a total bloody nightmare.
After atleast 30 minutes in the station, and constant, panicking phone calls to Scarlett the Harlett, I found the hammersmith train, spoke friend, and entered.
Abercorn Hostel.
So I arrive at the hostel, tired, get signed in and that, and come up to my room. Room 110. Crackin' wee room, started on my lonesome, just lay down and kinda dozed. Irish Niall joined about two hours later - he seems really sound, he's here doing some sort of muscle therapy course. His accent is really thick, so i don't understand like 95% of what he says.
An hour later Finnish Jason joined us. Turns out hes doing the same course as Niall - so they sat and spoke about it for a while, or atleast I think they did.
Not sure if I had a shower today or not - You need to hold a button in to keep the water running, which makes washing your hair near impossible. I tried to jam the button in, that didn't work, then I tried standing at a weird angle and holding it in with my side, and almost slipped and died. The water's hot enough though, and its clean.
The first game starts tomorrow - Cant wait to see everyone and play some chess!
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