First day in my new country
I suppose it’s technically first two days, but both days were pretty much write offs so they amount to about a day.
I have officially moved to a new country. Everyone keeps asking me what I’m gonna do or where I’m going to be living, and as of right now I don’t have a clue. And that’s fine. I mean, I’m freaking out a little bit, because what idiot moves to an entirely new country with no job or house lined up? This idiot, apparently. But it’ll be fine. I hope.
My flight wasn’t terrible. Flew with West Jet, got a couple meals/snacks (and a farewell treat of maple candy!) and a blanket, pillow and bottle of water were at the seats on boarding so that was fun. Pretty solid movie selection, even though I didn’t actually want any because I wanted to try and sleep since it was an overnight flight and I’d be arriving at 9am London time. That didn’t really work out so well.
Got into Gatwick Airport about an hour earlier than scheduled. Which would have been great if it wasn’t 8am and I could actually check in to my hostel. Regardless, I managed to figure out how to get the train direct from Gatwick to a station quite close to my hostel and then only had a short walk. Pseudo checked in, got rid of my bags and was told to come back some time after 2. With no plan as to what I was going to do for the next 3ish hours I just started walking aimlessly around London. With my lack of brain capacity I was not about to try and figure out the underground. I ended up crossing Tower Bridge and walking past the Tower of London, watched s few people skating on the ice rink and then went and got a hot chocolate at Pret a Manger. Carried on my walk, no idea where I was headed, and came across Covent Garden. Naturally these were all places I had seen on my last trip so nothing too new, still cute and exciting though. By this point it was about 2 and I realized I had walked entirely too far and had to turn around and walk back. I was cold, I was tired and my feet hurt a lot. I was not a happy camper. Made it back to my hostel, got to my room with my cute little capsule/pod/cubicle and though it wasn’t my intention, fell asleep for a couple hours.
I woke up feeling a bit like crap and not wanting to eat so I just moved from my bed to the little seating area in my dorm and sat there for a bit. Ended up meeting a girl from Singapore and a Canadian guy. Eventually by about 8 I was ready for bed again.
I think I woke up around noon, but didn’t leave the hostel until 4. Nothing like seeing pretty much no sunlight in a day. In my defence I had been looking up places to live. I decided that the first thing on my to do list had to be get a SIM card for my phone, and I successfully managed that so I felt quite accomplished and a little bit more like I belong. Wandered a bit more looking for food, but as it was a Friday at dinner time it was pretty busy everywhere I passed. Ended up back in Covent Garden and got Shake Shack. Which was pretty tasty. I was entirely too overdressed while walking (my brain still thinks get dressed for Canadian November) so I was real hot for most of my journey.
Back at the hostel I ran in to the aforementioned Canadian guy where we chatted for a bit and then he decided he wanted to adventure for waffles so we set off to find The Breakfast Club. After a couple wrong turns we found it, but sadly they didn’t serve waffles at 9pm so we both ended up with pancakes. Which were pretty damn delicious. When they closed at 11 we wandered back, stopping at another bar so he could have one last Guinness before he left the next morning, and we encountered a group of very drunk guys wearing lederhosen and one wearing a pink, I don’t even know what to call it, Oktoberfest beer wench style dress?
After that I was way too tired so it was back to bed in my fun little disco capsule.
I have officially moved to a new country. Everyone keeps asking me what I’m gonna do or where I’m going to be living, and as of right now I don’t have a clue. And that’s fine. I mean, I’m freaking out a little bit, because what idiot moves to an entirely new country with no job or house lined up? This idiot, apparently. But it’ll be fine. I hope.
My flight wasn’t terrible. Flew with West Jet, got a couple meals/snacks (and a farewell treat of maple candy!) and a blanket, pillow and bottle of water were at the seats on boarding so that was fun. Pretty solid movie selection, even though I didn’t actually want any because I wanted to try and sleep since it was an overnight flight and I’d be arriving at 9am London time. That didn’t really work out so well.
Got into Gatwick Airport about an hour earlier than scheduled. Which would have been great if it wasn’t 8am and I could actually check in to my hostel. Regardless, I managed to figure out how to get the train direct from Gatwick to a station quite close to my hostel and then only had a short walk. Pseudo checked in, got rid of my bags and was told to come back some time after 2. With no plan as to what I was going to do for the next 3ish hours I just started walking aimlessly around London. With my lack of brain capacity I was not about to try and figure out the underground. I ended up crossing Tower Bridge and walking past the Tower of London, watched s few people skating on the ice rink and then went and got a hot chocolate at Pret a Manger. Carried on my walk, no idea where I was headed, and came across Covent Garden. Naturally these were all places I had seen on my last trip so nothing too new, still cute and exciting though. By this point it was about 2 and I realized I had walked entirely too far and had to turn around and walk back. I was cold, I was tired and my feet hurt a lot. I was not a happy camper. Made it back to my hostel, got to my room with my cute little capsule/pod/cubicle and though it wasn’t my intention, fell asleep for a couple hours.
I woke up feeling a bit like crap and not wanting to eat so I just moved from my bed to the little seating area in my dorm and sat there for a bit. Ended up meeting a girl from Singapore and a Canadian guy. Eventually by about 8 I was ready for bed again.
I think I woke up around noon, but didn’t leave the hostel until 4. Nothing like seeing pretty much no sunlight in a day. In my defence I had been looking up places to live. I decided that the first thing on my to do list had to be get a SIM card for my phone, and I successfully managed that so I felt quite accomplished and a little bit more like I belong. Wandered a bit more looking for food, but as it was a Friday at dinner time it was pretty busy everywhere I passed. Ended up back in Covent Garden and got Shake Shack. Which was pretty tasty. I was entirely too overdressed while walking (my brain still thinks get dressed for Canadian November) so I was real hot for most of my journey.
Back at the hostel I ran in to the aforementioned Canadian guy where we chatted for a bit and then he decided he wanted to adventure for waffles so we set off to find The Breakfast Club. After a couple wrong turns we found it, but sadly they didn’t serve waffles at 9pm so we both ended up with pancakes. Which were pretty damn delicious. When they closed at 11 we wandered back, stopping at another bar so he could have one last Guinness before he left the next morning, and we encountered a group of very drunk guys wearing lederhosen and one wearing a pink, I don’t even know what to call it, Oktoberfest beer wench style dress?
After that I was way too tired so it was back to bed in my fun little disco capsule.
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