It’s Monday. I slept in my crappy hostel. And it was fine. People are just really weird here.
It was fine – until I woke up and realised my phone hadn’t charged because the outlet in my little bed cube only worked if I sat there and held it in the same position. Everyone elses outlets work though, so that’s fun.
When I finally went outside I walked down Charing Cross road until I saw a Burger King sign, and there I ate two packs of french fries. After that I sat in Leicester Square for about one hour, because I had no idea what else I wanted to do. There was a young guy playing guitar, and this little girl walked up and started dancing to the music. They didn’t know each other, but they did that for about 40 minutes. It was really cute. In the end she ended up with 1 pound she had gotten from some teenagers. I think I gave her about 40 pence as well.
I went to Starbucks only so I could go take huge poo. It was totally worth it.
I had gotten a ticket to see Wicked. So I decided to walk through St. James Park to get there. It was beautiful. I’m so glad that I did. I barely had any battery on my phone so that was tricky but I got to where I was going eventually (and on time!)
Wicked was really wonderful. Finally I’ve seen it!
I then, when 5% battery on my phone, decided I’d rather take the bus home instead of the easy and more direct way of taking the tube. I jumped on the bus that Google told me to get on, and then after about 20 minutes, I realised I had gone passed King’s Cross by about 10 minutes.
So I got off, scared because I had no idea where I was. After about 25 minutes I found myself in St. Pancras Intl Station, and dramatic as I am. I thanked myself for being alive because I was in “the bad part of town” (I probably wasn’t).
I finally got home to my hostel after breathing at the station for a bit, and then I decided to be more careful and look better at what Google thinks is the best way home for me. If it’s walking 10 minutes in an unknown neighbourhood with 2% battery, that is not the way to go.