Alright, it has been eight days, and I am now in London by way of Switzerland.
Christmas with Mikey and Jess was very nice, and we had the most wonderful Christmas pineapple to put our gifts under. A true masterpiece of surrealist sculpture. If you are interested, I did take a picture, so maybe I can so it to you sometime.
Christmas day, I left Jess' flat at 5:40 in the morning in a panic thinking that I was going to miss my 6:20 train to Zurich Switzerland. Thanks to a cab driver, driving around at quarter till 6 on Christmas morning, I was not late, and I made it to Zurich without incident.
I had made a booking for a hostel in Zurich, and when I arrived, I found that it was a prison hell hole. If you could take the worst aspects of a hospital, retirement home, and a prison, and them combine them all together and people it entirely with people over forty who haven't showered in days and have no understanding of the english language or common courtesy, then you would have a watered down vision of what this hostel was like.
Zurich was equally unimpressive. I arrived Christmas day and everything was closed. The following day everything was closed. The day after the following day, only restaurants were open. If it wasn't for the overpriced prison buffet in the hostel, I would have died of starvation long before getting on the plane for London.
One Airplane, bus, and the tube later, I am at the doorstep of a hotel, housing my good friends The Keatings. They are well, and I was more than a little excited to see them. These past few days we have been seeing the sites and laughing and eating and admiring the amazing power of the cold. That is of course if loud declarations of hatred for the weather can be considered admiration.
Tomorrow is New Years Eve, and I plan on spending it in the Millennium Dome, for the largest party the world has ever known. I promise to write in detail about it after I have recovered from an entire night of dancing till dawn.
Christmas with Mikey and Jess was very nice, and we had the most wonderful Christmas pineapple to put our gifts under. A true masterpiece of surrealist sculpture. If you are interested, I did take a picture, so maybe I can so it to you sometime.
Christmas day, I left Jess' flat at 5:40 in the morning in a panic thinking that I was going to miss my 6:20 train to Zurich Switzerland. Thanks to a cab driver, driving around at quarter till 6 on Christmas morning, I was not late, and I made it to Zurich without incident.
I had made a booking for a hostel in Zurich, and when I arrived, I found that it was a prison hell hole. If you could take the worst aspects of a hospital, retirement home, and a prison, and them combine them all together and people it entirely with people over forty who haven't showered in days and have no understanding of the english language or common courtesy, then you would have a watered down vision of what this hostel was like.
Zurich was equally unimpressive. I arrived Christmas day and everything was closed. The following day everything was closed. The day after the following day, only restaurants were open. If it wasn't for the overpriced prison buffet in the hostel, I would have died of starvation long before getting on the plane for London.
One Airplane, bus, and the tube later, I am at the doorstep of a hotel, housing my good friends The Keatings. They are well, and I was more than a little excited to see them. These past few days we have been seeing the sites and laughing and eating and admiring the amazing power of the cold. That is of course if loud declarations of hatred for the weather can be considered admiration.
Tomorrow is New Years Eve, and I plan on spending it in the Millennium Dome, for the largest party the world has ever known. I promise to write in detail about it after I have recovered from an entire night of dancing till dawn.
