Back in London...
As the wheel turns and the sun goes round and round I do find myself in London again. I departed from Ireland on Sunday morning after spending the night on the airport. Have you ever been awoken up by a the funny hooter of a floor cleaning machine? I have! I found Belfast to be very nice indeed. I stayed in a very cosy hostel called Arnie's Backpackers and let myself go to the opportunity to chuckle some Afrikaans songs to a crowd of 1 Italian and 2 Aussies after I found a lonely guitar standing around. In Belfast I also discovered a bookstore and lo and behold a bargain book! The complete works of Sherlock Holmes for only £2.50. At present I am thus indulged with the entertaining observation, deduction methods and lifestyle of this famous fiction detective and his Watson companion. Interesting fact. The phrase "It's elementary, my dear Watson" was never actually used in the written stories. But was introduced in one of the movies. I will confirm this in the future.
Contacts and the will to speak smoothly is sadly honest at a down cycle as I wish to call it. My count is only 3815 and thus I only made about 130 contacts in the last 15 days.... Hope is on the horizon as I constantly visualize a future job opportunity where the desire to be as eloquent as I deserve to be and the often mysterious motivational factor will become alive once more and as strong as ever! I can however pat Hein on the back and maybe even frown upon thyself for for putting him in extreme situations. I arrived at Stansted Airport Sunday late morning without a idea of where I will lay my head for the night. I have however 4 nights before placed electronically a wanted add on the Gumtree website reading in Afrikaans " I am a christen, I don't smoke, drink or swear. I am a decent guy and I am looking for accommodation" That, I am convinced is some of my assertiveness attitude that broke through for a moment and I received e-mails from 4 people. I then phoned up these complete strangers and TOLD them I am coming to look at the accommodation NOW. The first little place, £60, shared-house with 9 people, room share with 3 people, party house, I glanced once, glanced twice, smiled and asked to be taken back to the station. The 2nd house however, Jackpot! My own clean basement space of privacy, 3/4 bed, clean neat house with very nice people and bang! I paid my deposit and moved in! Which means I dropped my backpack on the bed. Thus concludes to that I came into a big city tired, hungry, broke, a bit lost, unshaven (yes I do have a beard),dehydrated and could still make phone calls without hesitating and ask directions to provide myself with a safe comfy cave 100% to my satisfaction. And for that I am quite proud.
When I did the 3-day tour in Tasmania I found in my group a Canadian
girl. She was quite nice, very pretty, clever, athletically build,
loves nature and exploring, traveling, witty, funny.........and happily
married. Anyway, she is also a primary school teacher and we played a
game where we had to say names of countries going down the alphabet.
We had some trouble with the Q on the second round, but now I would
impress her, Qatar! Today I got up bright and early to head
off to work. I am helping for two days to refurbish the office of the
ambassador of Qatar! This job is very physical and involves moving
furniture and cleaning carpets. But that's ok, it's the pennies
make the pound, and every calorie burnt that takes it off again. I am
in the process of seeking a more permanent job for a few months, so
excitement is in the air as to where and what I will find myself
be doing in the weeks to come.....