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... train service from Durham to London Kings Cross. As I was only heading down for three nights my backpack was quite light, and it was pleasant to travel with such a small burden to carry. Catastrophe struck when I finished my book half way through the train ride, but I was able to amuse myself for the rest of the journey by gazing at the scenery. Soon enough I arrived into London and jumped on the tube to Victoria Station to meet up with my friend Amelia.
After dropping off ...
... for dessert at lunch and this morning, chocolate croissants…man, I've missed those!
The past few days have been long and filled with orientation meetings and meeting new people, whose names I don’t remember for the most part. I tried making a list of names, places they’re from and little tidbits like when & where I met them or what they look like to trigger my memory later. But, I was meeting so many people that I couldn’t keep up so ...
... is gorgeous in it's own unique old, rustic way. We had one last place to see before we made our way back to Stansted airport, Picadilly. Saw the sight, went into a overly over the top tourist shop and didn't buy anything and ran to catch a double decker we thought would get us to Victoria quicker than walking. Wrong. Who knew there were so many deckers in London. I obviously didn't, hence the shock I had when we gracefully rounded corner, wind in my hair and suddenly came to ...
... middle, rhododendrons, azaleas, more roses, enormous old trees of all kinds. Plus, afternoon tea with bakewell tart on the terrace of the Orangery before heading back to the hotel. When we got back to London it was still a lovely day, so we stopped into Marks & Spencer's M&S Food, which has a dizzying variety of single-serving, ready to eat, everything you would ever
want for a picnic. Peta and I got salads, ...
... in English for a start. Sigh. When we pulled in at Ashford Station, the first stop in England, I looked up and saw a sign for a coffee shop. It was W H Smith. Here, they might even be able to pronounce my name! No more Smeethes, or Smitz, or Shmits. Mind you I might get Smiff! My taxi driver was a cockney and he "luvved","mate" and "ya know wot I mean" me all the way to my hotel. He was delightful. When he asked me how many times I had been to Lunnon and I replied that this ...
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