Sunday, A Moldy Day

Sunday, A Mouldy Day

Sunday. The day to leave the beautiful city that is Brighton. And since getting to Brighton was such a big mess why should leaving be any different?

Check out time was at ten, but our train tickets weren’t due to leave till 2:47.  So we woke up at 9:30 packed up and made it down to the front desk by about ten till ten. Now because this hostel previously won the award for least efficiently run they felt like they had to live up to their previously established reputation. So we go down there and no one is working, because as I mentioned before, nobody actually worked at the hostel! There was a line forming of about ten people before someone finally showed up, all of us crammed in this tiny little room for ten minutes. Finally someone showed up and just asked up for our names and said thank you and goodbye.

Okay, slight rant time. If they are going to make such a big deal out of checking out before ten, with fines and everything, warning you like eight times, be out before ten! Someone should be there to check you out before ten! The office doesn’t even open till ten! I really wasn’t so please with my first hostel experience.

            The day before we wandered into a teashop called The Mock Turtle but when we tried to sit down the entire shop was full, mind you it really isn’t very big. So to kill time we had all decided that we would go there to get breakfast to kill some time before our train and also to introduce Jamie to a traditional English tea with crumpets.

            It was such a cute little place; we got there at about 10:40 and didn’t end up leaving till about half past twelve. The food was fantastic and all of us practically inhaled those scones and tea. Always accompanied by good conversation we were happy and stuffed by the time we left.

            We headed straight for the train station to see if we could hop on an earlier train, maybe get back a couple of hours before we intended. So we walked though to the platforms and lucky enough for us we were able to hop right on a train. Yeah, that didn’t end up being the best idea. The train was completely packed, no seats anywhere. We ended up standing in the area were you can get off and on with a bunch of other people. Now the people who we were standing with were characters to say the least. There were four of them, three girls and one guy, all British, all loud and all drinking beer at one on a Sunday like it was water. Laughing and making rude comments they were all paying no mind to all of the other people on the train. Also, to put the cherry on the cake of their incredibly rude behaviour the guy was sitting there openly flipping through a men’s porn magazine. At one point a man who worked for the train came through pushing a trolley filled with food and water and one of the girls got up and tried to steal a chocolate bar! So when the Russian sounding man tried call her out there was this little mini scene that ended in an obscene gesture on the Russian mans part and a lot of loud arguing and insensitive name calling from the British girl. The fun part about the whole thing was because there was nowhere to stand I was literally right in between their arguing. All in all, very uncomfortable for me and everyone on the train who was listening.

            We got off the train in London and again had to take the tube to another station. Only this time it wasn’t so easy because, just our luck too, half of the lines were closed for maintenance or some other reason, point is half of them were closed and we ended up having to go a little ways in the wrong direction to be able to transfer to a train going the right direction. It was a big stressful mess accompanied by a bag that was only getting heavier the longer I held it. I was also getting this major headache that was only getting worse as the day went on and it wasn’t until I felt like I was going to puke that I realized that I was probably dehydrated seeing as the only thing I had to drink that day was an enormous amount of tea. Cassie force-feed me water and Advil and with in the hour I felt ten times better.

            We found ourselves on another train, a little confused if it was actually going to Oxford but just crossing our fingers that it would. Luckily it did end up in Oxford a good hour and a half before we were supposed to arrive. We got on the U1 and the second that we got back to the flat I walked in my room and saw that the mould had spread all up the walls making the room unbreathable. Fantastic isn’t it. I ended up having to move sixty per cent of my stuff it Mel’s room and the kitchen as well as dragging my mattress onto the floor of Mel’s room. Stressed to the max and on the verge of freaking out I hopped in the shower for a good half hour and then stuffed my face with food and then immediately went to my make shit bed and just didn’t do anything for the rest of the night.