Back in Holland. Tired. Slept for 14 hours. Should probably talk about Escapism now.
*Takes 3 cups of coffee*
Much better.
I set afoot in England on the 21st, together with my parents. We checked in at a hotel just outside Russel Square and used the spare time to check out the area around the Thames before it got dark(that bigass clock tower you English people got is loud, I tell you).
Sunrise. 22nd of July. The big day.
Since it was my first time in England and having no idea how the trains work(I can almost predict @SamG would say 'Magic all up in this *****' right about now) I asked @Cpt. Oblivious to travel along with me to put me at ease. Him looking like a rocker with a Spartan haircut didn't bother me.
We found our train, waved goodbye at my parents and settled for a comfortable ride through the countryside, catching up on eachother about where we lived, why we called ourselves by nickname and why the train had thousands of beeps and whistles that didn't appear to have any value but annoyance.
It roughly took us 2 hours to get in Manchester Piccadilly, already getting troubles since the toilets didn't accept Euros(and I didn't have small change at the time) plus the fact we didn't find anyone who was supposed to take us to the hostel. Yay for communication I guess.
After a few calls, tweets and some random walking about, we were greeted by @Revelo, @FamoFunk, @FlyingPeanut and @The Red Spy, who did what he does best, IE spying on us from a distance and making pictures.
After a small walk we arrived at Hatter's Hostel, a lovely little place with lots and lots and lots and lots and LOTS of stairs. There we met @Sky14kemea, @SamG, @Insanum, @The Cheezy one, @The_root_of_all_evil, @StarStruckStrumpets (Sorry for the tacklehug there) and some others whose names I constantly keep forgetting.
I'll put up some pictures, then I'll talk on.