Our last night in London was spent at Leo's friend's apartment with some of his friends. The apartment itself was one of the most surprising I've been in in memory, it was in a dodgy block of flats, but inside the walls were lined with books. The banter was at times decidedly 'political' and I just kept my mouth shut for about an hour straight. I've become so moderate in my old age. I did have a really nice night though, and we decided that it probably made sense to just stay up all night.
Naturally, I couldn't hack it, and had the most intense 1 hour power nap of my life, emerging from my cocoon fresh and ready to go at 5am. Actually, I felt like absolute trash, but it's my blog and I'll colour the past whatever shade I like. The taxi driver didn't actually know how to get to Gatwick, but we got to the airport, managed to root through our bags to get rid of the excess materials and generally faff with about half an hour to spare. Norwegian quality airline that take credit cards, and Euro.
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| It wasn't the world's greatest breakfast, but it was a damn sight better than Ryanair food |
What else do you need? A wave of relief spread over me as we left London behind. I don't mean to sound unappreciative for the opportunities that London gave me, but it tired me out and frustrated me in many ways. It was time to move on.
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| A Poignant 'This is Goodbye' shot |
Getting to our hostel was pretty tricky considering we didn't have Kroner and couldn't seem to find a taxi rank outside Nørreport station. Thus we embarked upon the most challenging event of the past few days, dragging the contents of our little lives two miles. One of the wheels had fallen off a suitcase. It was not fun. About an hour later we arrived.
The rest of the day was a haze. That hour sleep was long forgotten, and after eating a really average burger and buying bed sheets that turned out to be for small children (Copenhagen prices, if it seems too good to be true, it is), we crashed. And with that, we had successfully made the move, several hundred miles, one timezone away, to a country with unpronouncable words and the nicest trains in the world. And I can safely say I am very happy to be here.
