I have finally decided to go to London
in the afternoon of Wednesday. Took my backpack, get out from the
room and started to walk towards London. Put my thumb up to the cars
passing, tried to hitch a ride in a perfect sunny day. I didn't get a
luck for first an hour about, but I managed to got till high way. So
many kind people got me lift but never till the London. The pouring
rain came down on me one stage and I completely regret that I did
hitch in England for a while. But I made it. After 6 hours about, I
finally made into London. Took me a while to find a hostel as well
but found some backpackers near hyde park and I found a place to live
in London. London is expensive to live. It cost me 14 pounds to 20
pounds about a day for room for 14 to 20 people. Also, it was pretty
full by booking so I had to change the room as well as hostel almost
everyday. I should have stayed on the road... But anyway, London life
has began. There are filled with tourist in that area. Mostly,
Italians, Spanish and French that I did hanged out with. But most of
them can not speak English well. I had some comminucation problems
for a while, but it was solved by the alcohol.
The first night, we crashed in the bed
like a baby. I guess I was tired from hitching.
Next day, I walked around the town and
waited for the the night. Had a bottle of vodka with myself, chatting
with mates from Italia with limited English. I met Jez from France
and had a conversation about music and he told me about the concert
in a club called Fabric. He said DJ Marky is playing that night. I
have straight to decide to go there for the night. We had drinks and
talk for hours before and I get along with all Italians as well. I
made up a language said “Italianese” technically it was just a
fake Italian word in Japanese accent. I loved doing that. Then the
Fabric. There were maybe about 100 people were waiting on the cue,
the time was about 12 mid night. The time to party. I don't remember
how long we waited because we were really drunk. But we got in
finally. The place was mazed by tunnels goes underground. I got lost
so many times but also found so many cool gigs. Many rooms, and
stages were hidden everywhere and got me confused. Maybe I was really
drunk too. If you lose your friends, it really hard to find them
again. Still, it always losing and finding. Go outside for a puff,
come inside and lost in maze. And DJ Marky has started. Again, I lost
everyone but I can not miss tis guy. In the massive sound system, the
samba rhythm took me to dance floor. The atmosphere was covered in
madness, I was swam crawling in the heavy bass sound. Met my friends
back again, and we all got drown in the music. After the concert, the
extreme heat got us sanity back, we head out to outside world. The
morning blue sky stubbed our eyes like a rainbow and the cold fresh
air flood into our dehydrated lung like an ice. Its the end of the
day and begin. After we killed some time in Mac, I had crashed into
my bed with being content.
When today starts like a yesterday and
gathering up with same people and do the similar thing, the day runs
simple and will not stay in the memory clearly. The day with cloudy
sky is gloomy and doesn't go well with lazy hang over day. The
exhausted body is heavy and more alcohol was actually killing my
tummy. Still, the time would pass us by and the body forced my
feeling and pushed me out to town. Apparently, we walked around the
Old Street and had some fun, but I don't remember any of it. All I
can remember about the night was that I get on a bus to go back, I
fell asleep for a minute, wake up and misunderstand that I missed to
get off, so I get off straight after. My friends were surprised and
looking down from the bus. Then I had to go back all the way on foot
from east London to west London. Took me hours and hours, wondering
and looking for Hyde park. The shaky view would not reflect into my
sight, the view I can not see would not stay in my memory. It is not
fun to drink too much in the city you don't know well about.
The morning I realized myself was
perfect sunny day. I head to park for refresh. The Kensington park is
really huge and gives me my space. A family having a picnic. An old
man feeding birds. Young people playing music and reading books. Kids
running around and playing roller boarding around. Running, cycling,
soccer and badminton, the beautiful life style made me alive back
again and a day has started nicely. Its funny that the weather can
change our life this much. Walked around the town and head back to
backpackers. My friends were worried about me and asked where have I
been. Made me lough. That night, I decided to take it easy, and swear
to catch up again and head back to bed.
I spent about 200 pounds within 5
days... It was totally out of my budget but its the London, I sigh
into my wallet and be happy about the experiences in London town. I
met a man who just came out of jail and had a chat about tough life
of labors in high society and people who left behind in the changing
time. It was interesting especially that a week after about this
conversation, there was the massive London riot. I was intended to go
back by hitching but I got really tired and I waited for an hour but
I failed. So I took a bus to go back to bristol.
