Well, this is it I suppose. The end of the London Arc. After all the fancy stuff, the end was surprisingly quiet. New Years Eve was spent viewing the fireworks at the London Eye. The fireworks by themselves were good, but all that accompanied...well, what can I say. Apparently, London's finest decided to close all roads and have only one path from the Eye to the nearest subway. "Crowd control," the Sleeper explained to me. "Some of these people look like they're itching to cause problems. See? See?", he said, pointing pointing to some boisterous kids on the street. The end result (after the fireworks) was jam-packed streets, hapless cops on horses lunging this way and that, people peeing in the streets for want of a toilet(women, too; you should have seen the look on the F.W. Kid's face when this happened, heh heh), unflushed toilets (when you found one) and other nasty stuff. Still, an experience is an experience.
I left a couple of days later. As usual, nutty stuff happened at the airport. The security guy was suspicious of my thermal underwear. "What is that? What is that", he went, trying to sneak a peek. I wasn't strip-searched, so I suppose I can't complain. The Ryan Air people went nuts with their baggage restrictions (not with my baggage), which I think happens on every flight. An otherwise uneventful flight and there I was back in the Netherlands. And that was it.
Before all the questions start, let me explain that all this while, I was bogged down with my thesis. Loads and loads of work.....and then some more. But thankfully its all over now. Perhaps my later posts will detail the agony and torture of the whole thing. Perhaps.
All right lads, I'm off.
I left a couple of days later. As usual, nutty stuff happened at the airport. The security guy was suspicious of my thermal underwear. "What is that? What is that", he went, trying to sneak a peek. I wasn't strip-searched, so I suppose I can't complain. The Ryan Air people went nuts with their baggage restrictions (not with my baggage), which I think happens on every flight. An otherwise uneventful flight and there I was back in the Netherlands. And that was it.
Before all the questions start, let me explain that all this while, I was bogged down with my thesis. Loads and loads of work.....and then some more. But thankfully its all over now. Perhaps my later posts will detail the agony and torture of the whole thing. Perhaps.
All right lads, I'm off.
