3rd October, The Queen Elizabeth Hostel, London
This place was so shocking it gets its OWN blog!
I left Tintagel on the 30th of September, amidst crazy packing, posting parcels back to Australia and almost missing the once-every-two-hours-bus!!! But eventually, I got to Plymouth (interesting night there), Becky's, and eventually here. This is where my darling friend Sami Spokes and her boyfriend have been living whilst they try and find a flat to rent in London.
OH MY GOD!
What a dump! There was things crawling in the beds - Sam swears they are bed bugs, a fairly foul loo, which often runs out of toilet paper, and no - I repeat - NO ventilation in the rooms! So when some smelly boy with his smelly towel/socks/shirts and jocks leaves things hanging from the bunk he's claimed to "air" them - the room was foul... You could almost see the smell rising from the clothes! And Sam, being Sam, had to find what it was exactly, so went sniffing around the room until she pinpointed it exactly to the towel and clothes! Best thing to watch, Craig and I sat there laughing!
Next day saw me being woken up to the stunningly loud snores of the smelly boys (both Australian I'm afraid to say) above me, so there saw the end of my sleep! Breakfast consisted of a muffin (thanks Sami) and me booking flights to Ireland. Now I'm on my way to Salisbury, to see the magnificence of Stonehenge, and if I get there - Avebury.
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