|A random shot from my mate's neighbourhood|
Unfortunately this random French conversation made me miss the last train from Earl's Court station. "Excuse me miss, where you going, you just missed the last train." Damn. Luckily the tube station workers were friendly and tried to look for another option to go to Bromley-By-Bow. 3 buses. Or a 2 buses and a taxi. After a time that felt like hours I finally hopped off the second bus and decided to call a taxi. "Sorry miss, you can't order a car to a station, you need to have an address." Yer I kinda knew that but I have no choice, there are no home addresses where I am! Luckily I'm almost a graduated professional negotiator and got myself a car to a bus station. My taxi driver commented "Canning Town, such a dodgy station". Good to know, next time I'll defo check the tube timetables before I go anywhere!
Bromley-By-Bow. Who says Londoners live tightly. There's plenty of extra building space in the 2nd zone!
As if it wasn't already fun enough to spend all day in different moving vehicles, I seemed to be unconsciously so excited about the train trip to northern England the next morning that I followed the Finnish time and got to St Pancras two hours too early.
Which I only realised while drinking my morning coffee at Costa staring at the international arrivals sign.
I also had some time for culture and visited the British Museum.