This'll be short; I have 17 minutes (at 10p a piece!) to blog something quick from the airport intertron vending machine.
I decided that, despite where I end up going in the Balkans, I'd like to experience a few simple things, just as I would any new town or city I'm visiting:
1. public transportation.
2. a bar or cafe, or local restaurant.
3. people-watching during a mid-city workday bustle.
4. uh,... i forget for now, but I'd rather not get my journal, wasting precious minutes to find out.
My experience in London was fun; the hostel was about par for what I expected. My roommates were from all over -- Iceland, Korea, and the states. People weren't as talkative or communal as I thought they'd be (you always hear about the backpacking contingency, so I would've thought that they'd be a bit more gregarious). Plus, the ads always make it sound like it's a big party at hostel. Then again, I only stayed for one night, whereas most of them stayed at least three or four, and got to know their roomies and hostelers better.
Oh yeah, the dude last night -- I didn't mean to scare y'all. It was just some drunk guy talking to me in the window. I couldn't understand his slurred British English, and when I stopped responding to him, he just stood at the window and stared at me. After a while he moved to another window right next to me and started gabbing again, at which point I went to find the night desk guy.
He was in the kitchen, so it took a while, and by the time I got back to my beloved internets, he was gone. The desk dude thought it might've been someone from the hostel, asking me to open the door (you have to buzz to get in) which made me laugh. Anyway, I was in no real danger, just a little disturbed if anything.
In a few minutes, it'll be goodbye London, hello Dad and Manchester. 6 minutes to go!
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