Hey. I left London two days ago, and I am now in Nice, France (again).
To finish up London. The Millenium Dome was absolute madness. There was 60,000 crazy British people all packed under the largest dome in the world, dancing and popping open bottles of champange. The stage for the 10 minute countdown could not have been any cooler, and the light and pyrotechnics show that followed the clock striking midnight was unforgettable. Explosions and the like.
It took us, Aran and I, two hours to get home. We arrived to the Millenium Dome by Metro (or Tube as they say), and thought that was how we were to get home. Turns out, that the line for the tube was 15,000 people long, and they were only letting 800 people on at a time... a major problem. We then decided to wait for the bus, in the cold, for 20 minutes. When the bus finally did arrive, the throng of people attacked it to get on, and started to force the doors of the bus open. The bus driver, fearful for his life, drove away. It was Aran's inspired idea that we chase after it, which we did, and luckily were able to board the bus and get home safely just as the sun was coming up. Good work.
The following day I slept till 1, and went to a football game with Aran, Heather, and Justin who was this English guy we met in a pub. The game was a lot of fun and so was hearing some of the most uninspired chanting in the history of proffesional sports. Our team, Charlton Athletic, won.
The rest of the days are a bit more of a blur, best recorded in list form.
Westminster Abbey
The British Museum
The Tate Modern
Tower Bridge
Lord of the Rings in the Largest Cinema in Europe
The King and I in Theatre Land
Pubs
Resturaunts
Speakers Corner in Hyde Park
Lots of Tube riding
and a fond farwell
After the Keatings flew home to the States, I booked myself into a hostel with a capacity of 800 people. It was called the Generator. And it was alright.
I stayed there one night, and I stayed the other night on the floor of the airport, because I was not about to spend 70 dollars to get to the airport by taxi for my early morning Sunday flight to Nice.
Sleeping on the floor in a public place is an odd experience. When I woke up, I felt as if I had crossed some sort of threshold, and that I would never be the same again. I felt invisible when I woke up.
Nice is great. And there is nothing to see here, which I love. It is my vacation. I will be here, in Nice until my sisters arrive in Paris.
To finish up London. The Millenium Dome was absolute madness. There was 60,000 crazy British people all packed under the largest dome in the world, dancing and popping open bottles of champange. The stage for the 10 minute countdown could not have been any cooler, and the light and pyrotechnics show that followed the clock striking midnight was unforgettable. Explosions and the like.
It took us, Aran and I, two hours to get home. We arrived to the Millenium Dome by Metro (or Tube as they say), and thought that was how we were to get home. Turns out, that the line for the tube was 15,000 people long, and they were only letting 800 people on at a time... a major problem. We then decided to wait for the bus, in the cold, for 20 minutes. When the bus finally did arrive, the throng of people attacked it to get on, and started to force the doors of the bus open. The bus driver, fearful for his life, drove away. It was Aran's inspired idea that we chase after it, which we did, and luckily were able to board the bus and get home safely just as the sun was coming up. Good work.
The following day I slept till 1, and went to a football game with Aran, Heather, and Justin who was this English guy we met in a pub. The game was a lot of fun and so was hearing some of the most uninspired chanting in the history of proffesional sports. Our team, Charlton Athletic, won.
The rest of the days are a bit more of a blur, best recorded in list form.
Westminster Abbey
The British Museum
The Tate Modern
Tower Bridge
Lord of the Rings in the Largest Cinema in Europe
The King and I in Theatre Land
Pubs
Resturaunts
Speakers Corner in Hyde Park
Lots of Tube riding
and a fond farwell
After the Keatings flew home to the States, I booked myself into a hostel with a capacity of 800 people. It was called the Generator. And it was alright.
I stayed there one night, and I stayed the other night on the floor of the airport, because I was not about to spend 70 dollars to get to the airport by taxi for my early morning Sunday flight to Nice.
Sleeping on the floor in a public place is an odd experience. When I woke up, I felt as if I had crossed some sort of threshold, and that I would never be the same again. I felt invisible when I woke up.
Nice is great. And there is nothing to see here, which I love. It is my vacation. I will be here, in Nice until my sisters arrive in Paris.
