continuation of an endless journey
5 august 2005
here and back again....fcuking blimey
yep, this time i am back to london, the city where it endured the bombings of the Luftwaft (cool german planes with even cooler uniforms) during the WW2, and also the city that endured the bombings of yet another Arabht (just to rythme it with luftwaft). bought me ticket, single from oxford to London for 10 pounds, although this single ticket (1 way) is just a bit cheaper than the return ticket (2 way) that is about 12 pounds! 2 pounds diference, i always wonder who was the fcuking brit who invented these kind of rates. no wonder these brits are perculiar creatures! stopped at Notting Hill gate, and wondered whether i recognized any of the streets featured in NottingHill movie (starring Julia Roberts and that perculiaar brit wats his name.... oh, Huge Grant). whether his nether regions are huge or not , but all the girls will be gasping 'hugh!!!'. nope, there were no familiar street vendors in todays movie of 'my adventure in the city tube'.
A HOUSE OF NATIONALITIES
bought myself a travelcard for zone 1 n 2. was towing my bags like a dumpster truck. its hard to be pulling a trowley full of unwashed clothes and smelly underwear. i just wish my condolences if any police officer would be dumb enough to inspect me and my bag to get a full smell of unwashed undies. made my way to Kings cross and got me self a room in a motel for 12 pounds a night. i would have wnated to go to YMCA, but here in london, they dont have dormitaries, just single and double beds, the cost will be as astrocies as the astrocities committed in Bosnia. and the backpackers lodge here is out of 10 bed dormitaries (12 pounds), instead have 6 bed dorms ( 18 to 19 pounds, depending whether weekdays or weekends). in the motel that i am currently logging in, i stayed in a 4 bed room. there i met Al (not his real name, nope, not because i respect his privacy rights... i dont give a damn. only thing is, i am not good with names, heck, if someone says 'gerry', i would say 'who?') , an italian artisan, scraping a living working as a potrait artist. even artish here in europe have a hard time earning a living. he says he is a designer of sorts, did not press further. i have met italians before, but they were as customers in my old restaurant. under my bed would be Compadre (not his real name, C for short), a 19 year old mexican. it would be suprising to see a mexican here, since most of them imigrate to the US of Ass. he has a student visa and wishes to further his studies in architecture. like me , he has been in england for 3 months. currently he is working as a painter , not the art type, but just a painter of walls. we talked about us being immigrants working our asses of to make a decent living and trying to support our selves and families, and not causing trouble. the government should be so strict on us, cause we are contributing to the economy. no brit would like to work in our shoes. and see how the people who bombed the tubes, they are british citizens and are getting help and money from the government.
i met one of the WHMakers (KF, his name i remember, but for the sake of anonimity, initials are given) in london, he is currently jobless and has worked many tyupes of jobs. not all people with WHM would be heavenly received by the brit companies, so one must struggle first. things hopefully will be alright with him. both of us went out and had dinner in a chinese restaurant. this is the first time i have paid for a chinese meal and it only cost 8 pounds, i paid for my fren (oh my god, gasp!, gerry paid for someone else, other than himself! heaven has collapsed). both of us were at canary wharf overlooking the capital business heart of london. it was a beautiful sight to see skyscrapers blooming to the sky. both of us were in a bar next to the river and accounting and telling tales of our adventures. i had be self 2 pints of beer and by the end of the session, i could have fucked a trash can and still be satisfied. i was so tipsy, my fren was really worried i could not find my way through the tubes. putting on my ear phones, turned on loud music and walked the tubes like a fucking sperm in the fallopia tube, wriggling like a worm. sat my ass near a chinese babe hottie, may be a bit older, and wanted to ask her if i could kiss her. just perished the thought and try to not act to drunk. at last found my motel, took my bath and went to sleep. with KF's recommendations of where to go, im ready to explore london again.
cheers and goodluck. today should not have bombs, its a friday, not a thursday. fridays a holy day (not holiday) for the muslims, so no holy deaths planned