Today I voyaged out of Tulse Hill (goodbye, place of drunken debauchery and half-priced pizza!) and left behind my hostel friends there.
(It really is worth pointing out that Blue Skies Hostel, for all its faults, did have wonderful pizza. 4 GBP on Mondays and Tuesdays!)
Here are a few of the hostelers:
(This is Nici. She works at Wimbledon!)
(This is Ani and Katri, from Amsterdam. Or Poland. Or...)
Everyone I met at the hostel was so wonderful. This morning, the stragglers in my room were Carol, a midwife from Cornwall who's going to school to learn how to do dentistry in third world african countries, and Kate, an Australian who's traveling for fun with her boyfriend. Both lovely women.
In this hostel is a woman named Virginia, who, wait for it-- went to Chapel Hill! That's right, I'm staying with a fellow Tarheel.
AND (let's make this even cooler), she's from Charlotte (like me), she majored in Communications (like me), and her boyfriend from UNC won the Francis L Phillips Scholarship (like me).
Whoa.
:)
We have so far found postcard stamps (yeah, you'll get them, I promise), groceries, and we're about to pop out to a pub for a pint (and by 'pint' I mean Diet Coke).
So long!
-B
Brooke, I love the post about your fellow Tarheel... that is truly amazing! We miss you here. BTW, your mom has been doing mini concerts in her room every morning... the josh grobin one last week was... interesting. :) love you, Merriwether
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