Much Farther To Go

after this, it’s because I’ve gotten lost somewhere in the London Underground. Actually, the underground is probably the least of all my worries. If we’re lost on the Underground, that’s good news! That means we made it to London. I’ve never taken the train before, and never booked train tickets over the phone, which was an embarrassingly long process. It involved me asking a probably nice lady to repeat what she was saying about three times. I don’t know if it’s my fault that I don’t recognize the phrase ‘the long number on my credit card’ as being my credit card number. Or that I had to resort to giving her my Canadian postal code in whatever-it-is format (romeo-6-whisky 1-hotel (we tried harry first, that was a no-go)-3)

So! The point of all this is that we’ve finally registered for classes and don’t have to be at anything until Monday. Well, according to others I suppose we’re supposed to be clubbing these nights, and every night this week, but now we have non refundable deposits as excuses! We’ve got trains, we’ve got a hostel, now I’ve just got to sleep and pack