Getting on my overnight flight…seem to go smoothly…until I realized my seat between a guy about my ag
e and a teen…..I hate middle seats! I was exhausted….I had not slept at this point for 30 hours….I dont know why I thought I could sleep on a plane…squished at the point of becoming claustrophobic. I find it hilarious that everytime. At long legs of journeys….when I looked liike Ive been running with the bulls and lost…that is usually when the best looking guys sit on plane with me…..if you read last years blog you will know it happened in Italy….it happened from China on flight from Atlanta to Tri cities… after 48 hours of travel….so of course it happened again…a gorgeous Brit with that wonderful accent…..telling me all about his trip to New York….and although I tried to listen all I could think about was my swollen red eyes, absolutely not a stitch of makeup, flat hair and that grimy feeling of traveling…..and how sleepy I was…well both of them dozed off while I tried to sleep myself, since I had not been asleep since the night of 5th. However sleep was not to come, I was having difficulties…..Couldnt lay head back …because I couldnt find recline button….also I tried laying forward wirh my mini pillow but it kept messing with the touch screen tv on the back of the seat in front of me….finally I bunched up my little blanket and put over my head and back of seat in front of me….ignoring fact there was someone in the seat in front of me…who got hit with my blanket;but I still found a way to nap for 30 minutes….I woke up when I thought plane was crashing…..we had massive turbalance and I think I squealed outloud because it startled me out of my sleep. The turbulence was the worst I ever had experienced.. they had emergency lights on…and was told to keep buckled etc….after a few minutes all was ok…except for my nap!
After we arrived in London it was now my time to figure out the transportation system….I do have tendency not to research this like I do other topics….I end up winging it asking directions every 10 minutes…I walked for about an hour from tube to train…..I was so exhausted….I rode the tube (subway) to area of where my place would be…I kept dozing off….Holland park (the neighborhood) was a very nice area…beautiful park and gorgeous buildings.
I booked a private room in a hostel….I stayed in one in china and there was no major issues, to me pretty much same as small room in hotel….rooms in london are pretty outrageous.
I asked a couple of people and they showed me the way….way up the hill. Wow: got my backpack, my travel pillow hanging off my arm and dragging my very heavy suitcase. The place had excellent ratings, and good reviews….it was a very long walk.a..when I finally got got to the office I was told I would not be getting my private room….they said they would give me a discount if I took one of the beds in the female dormitory of 6 beds…she said only 3 in that room for 2 of those days….at this point I didn’t care….I was so tired I would’ve took anything. The grounds were beautiful with ponds and the building looked like a castle….across from the drive in Holland park is an opera stage with live performances… Extremely nice….I drug myself to the room, when I walked into the door, I knew there was going to be a problem…doors everywhere, I had to go thru tiny hallway and through 6 doors to find my room walked into a room approximately 8×8 with 2 sets of bunk beds stacked 3 high…with these little curtains for privacy….I was assigned a bottom bunk…I about died. It was 3 inches off the floor, and actually had to crawl into it…like I said I didn’t care at this point…I crawled in and fell asleep at 3pm.
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