26 September 2011

Good ol' London Towne


My feet hate me immensely for absolutely everything I’m about to write.

I wolfed down some cheap continental breakfast (read: cereal and toast, but free!) at the hostel and got moving first thing in the morning Wednesday. Initially intending to only visit Westminster station, I realized that the station attendant had sold me an all day zones 1 and 2 pass…and so I changed plans. I started out at London Bridge (station, it’s different for the Tower Bridge ßwhere I wanted to end up!). My, were my aspirations low!

Tower Bridge!
FYI: When I say I don’t know where I am, I rarely mean precisely that. I mean I don’t know where I am relative to other sights to see, and, occasionally, an Underground stop. L

My sometimes methodical but often wayward travels this day
So! I found a really awesome path called the Thames Path along the Thames (because you couldn’t infer that) and hoofed it back to the Tower Bridge (think London Bridge). Along the way, I discovered the Monument (I intend to go back and climb it), shops, and the London Tower. Didn’t expect that one! I kid you not when I say I really had no clue where anything was relative to anything else. I hadn’t bothered to look at a map of London and was frankly stumbling along hoping to find something cool.

Bright ideas, I haz them!

This path took me from Tower Bridge all the way to the London Eye (but I didn’t know that yet). I took it to St. Paul’s, across the Millennium Bridge to the Globe Theatre (rebuilt!), putzed around Southwark, hopped the Underground to Piccadilly Circus (wasn’t that great, honestly…maybe it’s better at night?), walked the Strand a while, hopped back on the Underground to Covent Park and eventually figure out where Parliament was—across the Westminster Bridge I went! In doing so, I found a wicked cool skate park, a lovely rooftop garden, the London Eye, and the aquarium! It’s all across the not-so-lovely Thames from Parliament/Big Ben. Come to find out, Westminster Abbey is right across the street from Parliament! Good grief! Unfortunately by this point, my feet had had enough and were positively screaming for me to sit down and go back to Greenwich so I could go to the Royal Observatory (the whole reason I chose a hostel in Greenwich). Then the Starbucks effect kicked in.

The Starbucks effect is this: you know there are a million Starbucks locations within a stone’s throw of you, but none of them, not one!, happen to be located within eyeshot of the road you are currently on until you’ve walked two miles. This happened in New York on Madison Avenue, and this also happened wandering around Westminster looking for an Underground Station. The real kicker is looking at a map of my approximate area and seeing all the markers for the Underground...

St. Paul's...not the in the Blitz!
The London Eye and the Aquarium (that building also serves another purpose, but I'd be lying if I said I cared about anything besides the aquarium)
Parliament!
Parliament!
Big Ben! It is indeed big. And apparently named Ben.
Half an hour later, I discover Victoria Station (what a place!) and drag myself into a train that will get me back to Greenwich. By this time, it’s 3:30 and I’m quickly becoming concerned the Royal Observatory won’t even be open! This cannot be! For I am a geography major and I need to see the Prime Meridian! TODAY!

By the time I reach Greenwich, my feet certainly feel a little better and are nearly ready for the next beating. Turns out the Observatory is quite close to my hostel (which is EXTREMELY close to the train station) and is no more than a 10 minute walk to reach Greenwich Park. My, what a lovely park! Fall colours (c wat I did thar) suit the UK gorgeously. There were wide open green spaces, large and shady trees everywhere, and benches aplenty. No time for that, though—I’m on a mission! 

TO THE OBSERVATORY!
Naturally, there’s a steep hill to climb for my already injured feet (blisters and aches), but I don’t feel it quite yet—the Observatory is in sight! Upon reaching the top of the hill, I quickly realize the place closes in a half hour and they’re about to sell the last ticket.

OH NOES.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned about the UK, it’s that its citizens are almost unnaturally helpful and friendly. The gent at the register asked if I was a student and actually gave me student admission in good faith that I wasn’t lying to him…and told me about the annual pass. “Annual pass?” I ask. “How much is that?”

“7 pounds 50.”

“I’LL TAKE IT!” It’s been a long time since I slapped down money that fast.

And so, with 30 minutes until closing, I proudly stood on both sides of the Prime Meridian. No words can describe my utter freaking joy at this moment, something I never thought I’d do and suddenly, here I am! 

LOOK, MOM, I’M STANDING ON BOTH SIDES OF THE PRIME MERIDIAN!
That still makes me smile.

The view from the u is fantastic and absolutely lovely. You can see downtown London, the Royal Naval College (is that right? I can’t be bothered to check, haha!), the Queen’s House (don’t think she spends much time there), and half of the green expanse of Greenwich Park. I ended up sitting on a bench in the Park writing postcards wishing the afternoon wouldn’t end (and that the wind would stop being so chilly).

Greenwich Park
Me! On the ridge looking over Greenwich Park. The Queen's House is directly to the right of my head and the Naval College surrounds it.

Just a lovely, lovely day. Worth every ache and every pain. I’m excited to go back and actually tour some of these places! I know a boy I want to take with me… ;)

Cheers!

Note: I focused more on video (to come!) and less on pictures (why I have so few). I'll also start linking to my Picasa account so everyone who subscribes to the blog can see the pictures I take! 

20 September 2011

Plane thoughts, train thoughts, wandering about thoughts

In case everyone didn't already know, I'm a bit of a procrastinator. Bit is also an extreme understatement--I didn't have my bags completely packed until 2:30 PM of Monday, September 19th (and even then I forgot a thing or two!). Because I didn't see this coming for 6 months, right?

Incidentally, it's been a pretty wonderful 6 months with a pretty wonderful guy who waited with me as I cried over guava pastry and spilled some of a very hot cafecito on him before I left. :) But I digress!

Let's hop to the plane. 

I was expecting serious greatness from Virgin Atlantic. I hesitate to say I was disappointed because the service was quite nice, we got two meals (if you call an egg and cheese sandwich in the morning a meal, but it was much welcomed), and of course an overnight/long flight pack consisting of your standard socks, sleeping mask, and toothbrush/one-use toothpaste combo. The personal entertainment system was nice, but glitchy. I expected there to be more room in coach! It was okay for me, but I really felt for the poor guy at the end of my row who was considerably taller than me (doesn't take much, haha!) and definitely needed one of the two empty seats between us to get comfy. I, too, eventually took advantage of my said empty seat and I think it's half the reason I got that paltry hour of sleep that I did! 

The layout in coach was a 3-4-3 pattern. I had an aisle seat (YUSS) in one of the 4 sections...next to the lavatory. There was another opposite it. Good heavens, I have never seen so many people get up to use the bathroom! The worst were the idiots who failed to use a REAL bathroom at the airport before we left. They were just getting up and using it before we even left the gate. The funny part of this story came with a lovely woman who decided as we pulled away from the gate that she needed to go NOW. Right this minute! The flight attendants couldn't contain her raging ill-timed request and called in the supervisor who proceeded to berate her as though she were a child (which, frankly, she was acting like). I couldn't begin to remember what he said, but he sounded to me like a stereotypical British schoolmarm. His reprimand was hilarious and went something along the lines of we're not turning a plane of 300 passengers around so you can take a piss. You should've thought this through, dimwit. A flight attendant had to sit next to her to prevent her from getting up during taxi and takeoff.

Dinner was...interesting. I ended up with Thai curry (wasn't bad, but I wouldn't call it authentic, ha) and coffee. Between that and  my cafecito, I was largely doomed to stay awake for the vast part of the 8/8.5 hour flight. While Bridesmaids cheered me up for its running time, keeping my mind off my boy was really hard. I did more sudoku than I should ever admit to and turned on movies in the background just to keep something there. I really did not plan this out well at all--for goodness' sake, I knew I should've brought snacks! I grew loopy by the end and felt a little sick due to many factors.

Did you know? 100 pounds of luggage is very heavy. Chances are also good that it's quite bulky! Hm...now let's use public transportation to reach my hostel. Leaving Heathrow was easy enough; at least the attendants there expect you to not know your way around and people are, in general, more forgiving and have just as much stuff as you. The Heathrow Connect was a lovely train the reminded me instantly of Tokyo, though this train was silent and mostly empty. The view wasn't much, but when I got one, I saw a lot of small wind turbines! I found this cool.
My first Mind the Gap!

An interesting sign at a stop on Heathrow Connect---I wonder if it's Hindi?


A note: forgive my dearth of pictures with this post and bear in mind I was carrying large, heavy luggage and running off 6 total hours of sleep in the past 48 hours plus trying to find my way around public transportation and 4 connections on said public transportation involving stairs. STAIRS, PEOPLE.

Heathrow Connect terminated in Paddington. I snapped a shot of the station...

Paddington grew very confusing once I had to transfer to the London Underground. Just by looking at a map, it is absolutely not immediately clear where you should be going. Three kind attendants and stairs and four changes later, I finally made it to my hostel. I'm glossing over this because my GOD,I was so tired and pissed and just wanted to cry because everything was going wrong. I got more stains on my tights to add to the coffee from before and also semi-ruined them from lugging my luggage all over creation. 

I feel better after a shower and a nap. And some food. Here's my meal of CHAMPIONS:
There's blackcurrant in my Starburst! And prawn in my crisps! And Strongbow in my glass for a mere 2 pounds 50! Dreams are made of this.

Full day tomorrow! I'll update later.

Cheers!

01 September 2011

The Inevitable Conflict

I find myself listening to my Zune/Pandora more and more. It keeps my mind from wandering, and if there’s one thing I’m terrified of (spiders aside…) it’s being left completely alone with no distractions. Now that England is very, very real and not a year or six months away, it’s really starting to hit me that omigod, I’m leaving for a year...and I'm leaving my boyfriend.

This sucks.

But! I’ve wanted this for so long now. This has been my motivation for the past year to get up and do something with my life and my degree and I will loathe myself if I back out now. There will not be another Korea incident! This is happening, people! No more what-ifs, no more I-don’t-know-if-I-can-afford-it, no more I-can-do-this-later, no more I’ll-work-out-another-day. I’m excited for so many things! I’ll get to see people I haven’t seen in years, join the Milton Keynes Rowing Club, figure out if Europe is worth a damn (everyone should know now that Asia’s my jam, but I’ll give Europe another chance :P), see Magnetic Man LIVE (if you don’t know, FIX THAT. Crank that bass: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m2vWQFHP3D0), and goodness knows what else.

I know I am fully capable and equipped to do my very best and get that job I’m dreaming of and start that life I expected straight out of college. I know I have a wonderful support system of friends and family backing me up in any way I need—hopefully not financially (I bet Mom and Dad went pale and weak-kneed at that)—and my wonderful boyfriend who I know would give anything to have me stay but insists I leave to pursue my dreams. He’s a keeper, y’all.

I know I can make it work. I know I will be okay. I have every reason in the world to succeed...in no small part because I've put my relationship on the line. I must make the absolute most of this.

Mantra: When in doubt, turn on the playlist!

Motivation Playlist (in progress)
 “We Won’t Stop (Redial Remix)”—Barretso
“Accelerate”—R.E.M.
“Keep the Fire (BAR9 Remix)”—Goldhawks
“Jona Vark”—Gypsy and the Cat
“Sunlight (Armand Van Helden Remix)”—Bag Raiders
“I Need Air”—Magnetic Man
“Lights (Bassnectar Remix)”—Ellie Goulding
“Promise”—Eve6
“Surreal”—John O’Callaghan