Wednesday, 17 September 2008

Just another weekend in London...

Home, sweet home?
Well, not exactly. But it acctually feels like it at times.
I don't mind having my "own room" in New Cross. Ofcourse, seeing Sevda and Daniel again was wonderful too;p

Friday 12th sept:
My flight arrived at Gatwick around 8.35 pm, after beeing close to 45mins. delayed (orginal time of arrival was meant to be 8.10pm - you do the math...). You know the routine: get of the airoplane, walk, walk some more, wait in que, show your passport, exchange some money (at least I always do), and then wait for your luggage. And I had A LOT of luggage. One computerbag, one trumpetbag, one rather large suitcase and an even larger one:p
Luckily I found the lifts down to the trainplatforms. The lady who sold me the ticket to London, told me platform no.4. So when I got down there, and a train was just getting ready to leave, I jumped on it just as the doors were closing (well: jumped and jumped....crawled with bloodtaste in my mouth and only whites in my eyes, half dragging - half pushing my nearly 17 bags and belongings, is probably more like it...), About 5 seconds later I realised I was on the southbound train. Meaning away from London. GREAT. With some luck, the next station would be 25 mins. away. Surprisingly, it only took about 4 mins, until I could get off, and get on the northbound train going back up. So, about 45mins. and lots and lots of dragging, pushing, strange situations and worries later, I could fill Daniels car with my stuff. I felt really sorry for the car, but it got us home alright. Never before has a purring cat on a curled up lap in the sofa, whilst being served Sevdas food again felt better. Yup; home, sweet home.
Saturday 13th sept:
Daniel went to play at a football cup, whilst Sevda and I had time to eat a proper Sevda-breakfast before going out. The sun was shining, and even though we weren't allowed to have a look around inside the old London Library as planned, we wandered remote streets and found a cosy coffee-bar with a backgarden next to an old church. After enjoying our Espresso con panna and Iced Tea with lemon, we stumbled upon a small market where we both agreed that we would have wanted to take home one of the fairytale-puppets AND the old lady who told the stories whilst playing with them. After a quick journey on the underground again, we got lost in narrow streets in Temple, and acctually FOUND the Temple Church filmed in "the Da Vinci Code". We crossed the bridge on Blackfriars Bridge, watched the River Thems Festival and boating races, and ended up at Ev, a turkish restaurant in Southwark, where we had the Deniz Menu. We practiacally rolled home. So did Daniel whom, after having lost all of their matches, could barely walk for a few days;)
Later that evening we drove to Blackheath for a drink (meaning: Daniel drove, Sevda commented, and I enjoyed the views, trying not to mind the cars coming towards me on the wrong side of the road).
Sunday 14th sept:

Daniel drove us to Dulwich Village, where we spent most of the day in the park. After drinking coffee outside the little diner, we decided to rent a tandembike. Daniel, still suffering from a great amount of pain after playing football, gladly volunteered to carry our handbags whilst Sevda and I went for a ride. Interesting ride, I'll tell you! But we got the hang of it, and even pursuaded Daniel to have a go.
After a few hours of resting out at home, we drove to Surrey Quays were we ate pizza at Pizza Hut and then watched The Duchess at the pictures. (Sevda, Cecilie and I acctually walked through one of the sceneries from this film, at The Royal Naval University in Greenwich last October.)
Monday 15th sept:
Daniel, poor thing, had to go off early for work. Sevda and I did not! We ate some toast and an apple (presicely! I ate toast and Sevda ate the apple), and then went off to Londons Kings Cross Railwaystation to pick up my tickets for the next day. We then met with Dan at Liverpool Street Station, and had lunch at Burger King..:/
Sevda and I walked down Goodge Street, where we windowshopped at BangBang, drank hot chocholate at Starbucks, and "skimmed" through TopShop when we finally reached Regent and Oxford Street. I say "skimmed", because you would need about 3 days to look thoroughly through it all. We also stopped by Zara and House of Frasier, before we exhausted went home. After stopping by Sainsburys and the videostore, we made homemade Köfte and mashed potatoes and watched August Rush. It was commonly agreed that Jonathan Rhys Meyrs isn't exactly ugly to look at;)
Tuesday 16th sept:
It was time to move on. Literarly. Poor Sevda wasn't feeling well, so she stayed in bed that morning. Daniel and I left her behind, and travelled towards Kings Cross. I'm afraid he'll face pain for a few more days, as he carried my enormous suitcase down and up the stairs at New Cross Station. Isn't he just adorable!! Luckily for us both, the rest of the journey offered escalators or lifts. I "chased" him off to work at Aldgate, only two stops before Kings Cross, with a promise to be back in not too long (hopefully without 29kg suitcases..). When I got there the only thing to do was wait. 50 mins. later (9am) I was on my way to Edinburgh, and from there on to Aberdeen. Exited? You could say so. But not as exited as the two senior american women who wrote down practically everything they saw on the way. How sweet.

1 comment:

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