Hi everyone, I’m just dropping a line to let you know I’m OK, and staying at Jules’ house in Hampstead, which is kinda NNW of London city. Right now I’m in Clapham (sounds like some sort of disease hehe).
I’ve been to see one agency, which is what brings me to Clapham in the first place. I got here by taking the tube (the underground train), then by switching to a normal train, which isn’t actually scary at all, more like the Metro buses, but less confusing ;). Except for when you have to pay for your ticket and you’ve got no idea how to give it to the guy behind the bullet-proof glass. Apparently you just sit it on the circle in front of you and he hits the button and it spins round. I kinda wish he spoke English so he could tell me that!
I’m going to see another agency tomorrow in Covent Garden, so I’ll bring my camera.
Things seem to be working out well, I’m staying with Jules, who is a friend of Mum’s friend at work, and she knows her way around everywhere. I might have 3 months of accommodation at Hampstead where she lives, because she’s itching to come back home to see her Aussie friends and family, and needs someone to keep her room so she can have it when she comes back. That’s where I come in!
I’m going to get rooooooly fit walking around here. There are 4 flights of stairs where I’m staying right now, and I have to walk to get to any tube station or bus stop. It’s a lot different from home.
The plane trip over to here sucked. Lucky I had 4 hours waiting time in Melbourne, because the freight people stuffed up and for some reason had my suitcase locked in a cage, which no-one there had access to til 2pm. I had to line up for my flight at 10am, and board at 11. Luckily they extracted their digits and brought my bag up while I was waiting in line.
I got through customs and immigration alright (obviously), but it’s a bit scary when they start asking questions. Lucky I’m tough and resilient! The most annoying one was when I just got to Aukland, and the lady at the customs desk kept asking me if I was “hidding” anywhere tonight. She was getting really pissed off because I had to tell her I couldn’t understand her accent. Note to self: Don’t piss off the customs people. I did better at the US customs.
Right now I have a mobile phone number, and Jules has a spare mobile phone that works well and has lent to me for a week or so until I can get a decent one. I’ll email the number to some people, but I’m not sure if you can reach me on it. I’m with Vodaphone, and it cost me a whopping £5!
I also had to get an “Oyster” card for the tube (tee hee, snort), kind of like a pre-paid card that I put money on whenever, and it takes me wherever. I’ve just got to pass it over the sensor thing for half a second. It cost me £3 with £10 travel credit. It’ll probably last a week or so I spose.
I’ve got to go get a phone card, that will also cost £13. It’s worth £20 and lets me use any phone while charging it to my prepaid card. That means I can use Jules’ home phone to ring wherever, and it takes the money off my card instead of billing her.
Anyway, I’d better go, I only have an hour, but it only costs £1, or $2.20 for you guys.
Talk to you soon!