The time is running out too fast. I feel like it's always 5 am and I have to get up and go to work. I really like the life here and I have to say I haven't been this cheerful or
glad in a long time, so the weeks passing by so fast makes me nervous. Could I just stop the time, please?
The
routemaster tours I do almost every day have started to go by routine. It feels good to know what you are doing and what should be answered to the customers. I must admit that I don't like the office days very much, because it's just making reservations and I can't focus on the same thing for so many hours...
I've had time to visit a few places like Oxford Street, Chinatown and Brixton (this because the office is there). I think this city eats my money faster than it should even I haven't bought almost anything else but
junk food and sweets/chocolate.
Also I went to the movies two times to check out how the
cinemas work here as I worked in one back in Finland, and they actually are pretty different.
Btw, if you are looking for a good grocery shop, go to Asda. I visited one a couple of days ago and really liked it, there was everything I needed. I even found the damn baking paper I've tried to find for two weeks,
ahaha. Sour cream is still under discovery and I wonder that will I find it anywhere, maybe I have to find a Lidl or something like that first.
Also I turned 22 this
week but didn't celebrate it yet as I'll do that when my friend comes here in two weeks, I only bought some little cakes which tasted bad, ugh. Though I got a musical ticket as a present, but I still haven't decided that should I go to watch Wicked or Charlie & The Chocolate Factory. Both of them seem so good that I can't pick only one!
And because everyone likes pictures, have a random bunch of them:
The weather has been kinda nice, there's been only a few rainy days within my whole stay. But that doesn't mean it would have been warm either... It's so cold in the mornings when I have to be outside for the whole time that I'm freezing. I put all the clothes I can
on me and yet it's
cold. Maybe it's the strong wind, I don't know. And in the
afternoon it's so warm that being in a bus is torture. I'm asking the same question in every country I go - why can it never be neutral, not too hot and not too cold? Sigh.
This week I have planned going to some nice cafeteria, see a musical, try to actually take good pictures, write my thesis that is still not ready (
yeah I'm probably the last one to finish it but no can do) and discover something completely new, maybe a new area.
- Tiia