We arrived at Heathrow airport yesterday afternoon, exchanged dollars for pounds (which I absolutely love their currency,it is so elegant), bought our Oyster Cards (like a Metro card for the Tube and buses), and made our way from the Tube to Hammersmith stop to get on a bus to Roehampton. Luckily, another girl from Biola was at Hammersmith and saw us. She led us back to Roehampton and we didn't get a bit lost.
The only tad bit of difficulty was with our bags. I can't even explain the oddity we must have been dragging our heavy 10 days worth of luggage onto the Tube, up stairs, through hundreds of people and eventually dragging it on the bus and sideways through the aisle. The best part of our journey, I must say was when we were attempting to carry our bags up the steep stair well from the Tube. A man with at least 6 peircinngs on his face grabbed the bottom of Aly's bag in front of me and proceeded to help her up. As he turned around, I noticed the phrase "F**K YOU" pinned across the back of his vest. In my head at that point, I couldn't help but think "This is awesome!" He then came back down the stairs to help me. Talk about an oxymoron.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
details of one girl's journey through her twenties
1 comment:
HAHAHA!!! That's hilarious about the guy in the f-u jacket. Maybe he was an angel..?
I totally know what you mean about lugging bags through metros. Benn there, done that... although no gents in vulgar attire offered me a hand.
PS. You should see our office. I bubbsed you a pic of it. It's like a fall wonderland.
Post a Comment