A Bad Day

Also known as a Serious of Unfortunate Events....

So actually, the bad day began the night before (the end of the good day). We had stayed on Saturday night with a guy that we knew from the kibbutz in Israel (his nephew is in the same grade as me and we were best friends for like three days when I first started 1st grade) and thought that it was OK to spend the week at his place. Our dad had talked to him before we had left for Salisbury and he had seemed totally fine with it. He was having friends over on the weekend so we had arranged to stay with Hazel in Brighton on the weekend instead of during the week so we wouldn't be in the way. So Sunday night, we get to his place and when he gets back, turns out that he thought we were in Brighton for the night and that's when the awkwardness began. We started getting the weird vibes like he wasn't OK with us being there and it was just incredibly awkward.

We wake up the next morning and are planning to head down to Canterbury and Dover when he comes in and says that it's just not working out, that his place is too small and wouldn't we want to be closer to central London anyway? Why do we keep getting kicked out of where we're staying?? So I go to try and book us a hostel and can get us one for Monday-Wednesday only. So I book it and we pack up all our things and head down to Victoria. we completely change plans and decide to head into Oxford for the day and do C and D later in the week, maybe right before we head down to Brighton.

So we arrive in Oxford just fine, can make our way around the city pretty well and get excited to go to the Ashmoleon and the Oxford Museum. Oh, wait,, every museum (except for the Oxford Story and we were not going on that ride because it was literally, a ride) is closed on Monday. Fan-frickin-tastic. On the upside, we saw a lot of cool colleges, including Christ Church, Trinity, St. Edmunds, and walked through St. Mary's and the Bodelian and of course, popped into the Eagle and the Child (also called the Bird and the Babe) where C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien and the other Inklings hung out. We sat in Blackwell for awhile and wandered through some lovely gardens so it wasn't a total loss. No internet where we thought we'd get it though and we couldn't find an ice cream place or a phone that worked for the life of us but despite some of the disappointments, Oxford was a lovely place. Slightly chilly but no rain.

We arrive back in London, pick up our bags and head up to the hostel. It's in a decent area, off the Kensal Green tube stop and we find the hostel no problem. Oh wait, except they only take cash. Which I have about 15 pounds of. And of course, why on earth would the two cashpoints that we walk to work? We wandered around the area for literally 35 minutes before finally finding one that worked in the Sainsburys across the canal. I could not have been more frustrated with life. I was going crazy. Finally we checked in to the hostel, took showers, met one of our roommates (they moved us from a mixed to a female room which was nice) and are now blogging. Hopefully this is the END of the bad day, although right now, Lethal Weapon 2 is playing in the background. there is an entire shelf of movies- they couldn't find anything better???