Arrived about an hour ago in Ashwell House where I’m going to spend the night. I was supposed to arrive at London Stansted at 935 am lt (local time), but my flight had 3,5 hours delay, very annoying.
Last night I arrived in Leiden, after a train travel of almost three hours, followed by a bus trip and some walking in the dark (very easy to find something unknown in such circumstances). VA was very kind to make me eat something, even though I dind’t want her do to any more effort for me. Slept ok that night, but still feel a bit guilty because of my snoring.
This morning was a bit hectic: getting up at 6.15 am, leaving for busstop af 7.05, taking bus at 7,15 to the trainstation, found out there that we had to take an other train to Schiphol. For the first time I realised what the morning traffic really means, men, so many people wanting to get on the train. I’m very glad I live in the north of the Netherlands. The man at the check-in told me that the planes to london were delayed, and leaving at about 12 instead of 930. Great. After a cup of tea with VA I got to the gate and waited till I could go on board, which was at 1215, the plane leaving at 1 pm.
The cause of my delay
Flight was fine, was able to buy a return ticket for the stansted express to Liverpool Street and get on the right train. Train was a mixture of an old train nown in the netherlands as “de hondenkop”, and a good intercity (so it was an old fast train). I was really surprised that I sometimes wondered when getting closer to London, if I was in Eastern or Western Europe, it seemed very pover sometimes, really (not to offend anyone). The houses made me think of pictures in one of my history books at secondary school, with the industrial revolution and so.
Arrived at London Liverpool Strett at half past two, where Raheal picked me up and took me into one of such lovely red busses (rooie dubbeldekkers, yay), going to here studentshome. The thing I have to get used most is that they drive (and walk) on the left side of the road here…
When entering the house, she first showed me the chapel, seriously, the house has it’s own chapel, and Mass every morning..how cool! Unfortunately she had to leave for one-and-a-half hour. One of the other students was so kind to give me tea, cookies and a sandwich, so kind and lovely. I already like the British😛
More (including pictures) will follow later, or maybe you will have to wait till Thursday.