August 7, 2011

London HQ - Ramsay Hall


With a couple of weeks under the belt, I was starting to get used to the lifestyle of Ramsay hall student living. Some new things were getting more familiar such as laundry, earplugs at night, an indoor swimming pool, biking London and the daily trips back and forth to KCL or UCL.

The lifestyle of college halls is somewhat different to what you get back home. Every weekday, I wake to the smell of a hot breakfast as hordes of drowsy uni students proceed to the dining hall at the latest possible moment to collect their rightful prize. The dining hall servery production line is the primary source of nourishment with your daily serving of bacon, eggs, beans and hash browns. While this might sound ideal and a dream come true for some, the novelty wears off rather quickly when you realize the bacon is normally a day or two old recycled from previous days leftovers and when the powdered scrambled eggs always take the prime time towards the end of the week when stocks are getting low. Luckily that is not all that is on offer to the residents of Ramsay hall.

June 5, 2011

A brief taste of Paris

I realized how lightly I had prepared for the trip: I knew there were a set of sites and museums I just had to see but I hadn't really paid attention to the finer details of your typical trip to another country. Without mobile Internet, I whipped out some offline maps on my phone that I had thoughtfully got before leaving home. With the help of GPS it was pretty easy to find my way to the hostel relying on nothing more than a photographic memory of the hostel's location on Google maps (this could have ended badly though with no backup plan had I recalled falsely). While I had intended on using the Paris rental bike scheme, VĂ©lib, my credit card kept on getting declined so while maintaining my resolve to see the city from above ground and not from the dark tunnels of the metro, the long walk was the only choice.

June 4, 2011

Getting to Paris in a hurry

So after a solid night out from 11pm at Tutu's last night following the last exam of the year, following a solid 2 hours of sleep, I was remarkably lucky to have heard the life saving call of my 4th alarm notification as sleep tried to pull me away from the 6:22am Eurostar trip to Paris. I felt so inclined to check the time as the watch blared away again, luckily choosing not to doze back off one once again. The time read 5:55am which kicked me into gear as I realized that I had no more than 27 minutes till my Eurostar train would leave St Pancreas, hopefully with me on board.