Mar 17, 2007
M is driving us to the station (tks, M), where EB and the Girls from Ghent are waving us out, is that nice or what??????? We manage to arrive in London without any issues and take the tube to Victoria, walking distance to our hotel. The sun shines, Dr T knows the way to our hotel, our packpacks are not too heavy and all is good ... but the fact that the address is not right. Macho T says it is all OK: Erons Bridge Road and Erons street: all the same. NOT. And then it starts snowing. And then the snow changes into a snowstorm. And then we are walking for half an hour already and the backpacks are getting heavy and we look (and feel) like drawning cats. Luckily Macho T proves he is macho and manages to find our hotel. Did I say hotel? I mean dump. OK,OK, Marina has been cheap and this is the crappiest hotel room we ever saw. The sheets and towels are clean and the rest is disgusting. And tiny. And smelly.