I like London, but I don’t love London. I can’t put my finger on exactly why. I do love all those English accents though. If I didn’t have friends here, I probably would never had come. The best way to get to Germany was through London Heathrow, so for that reason, here I was again in London.
Last time I was here, was during Christmas of 2012. I had a great time with friends I’ve met from all over. Once, I left though, I didn’t think I’d be back so soon! Since I was here on such short notice, I contacted a few buddies who I knew lived in the area, including a friend named Patti. She is actually one of Chris O’Sullivan’s good friends whom I met while visiting in Pennsylvania a couple years ago. The moment I met her I could tell she was a pretty fun person to be around. She just moved to London and I thought it’d be cool to visit and see where she Iives.
Patti scooped me up from the train and took me to her area of London called Belsize Park, one of the more posher areas in the ciy. Talents like Benedict Cumberbatch and Helen Bonham Carter live just a few blocks away! I settled into her apartment and we went off around town on a small scale barhop. We randomly ended up at the Hippodrome Casino where we saw a few games for the NFL’s Sunday opening. I didn’t think you could find a place packed with loads of nutty American football fans in the middle of London! Patti is from Philadelphia so of course she was cheering for her home squad along with a few fellow Eagles fans she found squared away at a nearby table. I think Patti has found her new Sunday playground.
After the Hippodrome, we were both quite hungry and walked over into London’s China Town District.
It was here that I tried my first duck. Not bad for duck. Growing up, I’ve never had duck before and I think this is the reason why…
The next day, while Patti was getting work done, I ventured into the city to explore a little bit. It just so happens that I was here during the River of Thames festival, where a handmade poppy was made for every single soldier that fought during WWI. It was held at the Tower of London, where thousands gathered to view the spectacle.
May as well go see the Tower Bridge since I was nearby!
Later that evening, I met up with Mieke near Notting Hill. What the heck was Mieke doing in London? She was in the city conducting a project for her studies. Seeing her again felt like I just saw her yesterday! We went to a nearby restaurant, a specific restaurant where part of her assignment was to try a new food that she’s never had before. The food of choice: mussels. Not surprisingly, I never had mussels before either considering it’s seafood. I’m trying to force myself to try and learn to love new foods so I also tried one of her mussels. It was definitely mind over matter.
I know eating mussels is nothing new to a lot of people I know back home, but for me it’s a big deal. The taste wasn’t terrible, but it was more of a mind game than anything. Mussels are butt ugly. This may sound crazy but I think I rather eat another scorpion than another mussel. Blah!
After the restaurant, I spotted a McDonald’s nearby. I was craving a McFlurry of course. Soon after it was time to go. My flight to Germany left at near 7am which meant I had to take a taxi to the airport at about 4am. Why do I always book these dreadfully early flights? I think the reason this time is that I really wanted to get out of London. Those British pounds destroy the American dollar!
There’s a few people who live in London I didn’t get the chance to meet. I was only here for two short days. Thank you Patti for letting me crash at your sweet digs, giving me the lowdown on your new English life! I got maybe an hour and a half of sleep before a taxi picked me up and took me to the airport. I arrived early because of a high terror threat alert. Apparently, London airports are being targeted by the ISIS terrorist group with the targets being outbound flights from London. I read about a group of individuals called the “Beatles”, not the legendary musicians, but a few British traitors who aligned themselves with ISIS and possess British passports. Scary stuff. By the way, at the airport I met up with Mike, a fellow backpacker I met in Chiang Mai, Thailand last year. It just so happens that he was also on his way to Germany, albeit a different city.
Stay safe London. I’m off to Germany for several fun weeks!
“You also have to do something great in the world, which takes years,” Lucy chimed in. “And someone has to nominate you. You just can’t ask to be knighted.”
“So what you’re saying is, it’s nearly impossible, for the mere fact that I’m not British.” Even so, the question came up because of our prospects of the day; we were going to Chatsworth to see where the Duke of Devonshire resides. Chatsworth is located in Derbyshire, about an hour’s drive north of Sheffield across windy, hilly roads. Which meant if we didn’t get to Chatsworth any sooner, I was going to have to ask Richard Wright to pull over so I could perform a royal vomit. Fortunately, we made it just in time before my stomach quelled to it’s fullest. Upon first glance of Chatsworth, it was definitely a grandiose estate fit for any Duke. It looked almost like a castle, more so a royally constructed mansion, surrounded by forests, gardens, statues, river banks, and lot’s of green grass. So much neatly cut green grass, one might confuse Chatsworth as a glorified golf course. The Duke of Devonshire and the Cavendish family lived here, and they were living the life.
Part of the Chatsworth house was closed off to tourists, so the Cavendish family could have privacy. The rest of the grounds were ours for exploring. The weather was drizzly, but we didn’t let it hamper our spirits! We began with exploring the outside gardens and forests, including a cascade that stretched about the size of a football field. Lucy and Linda raced to the top!
I still felt like I wanted to vomit. But what a shame it would have been to do such a thing on these grounds. I felt like I would have committed a crime for sure, so instead I held it in. Eventually, the urge went away and I started to feel alright again. We moved on towards rocky gardens. The rocks formed miniature mountains which could be climbed on to gather a better view of the surrounding area.
As we strolled through, we found an entrance to an underground tunnel that went underneath the forest to a different area.
The grounds here were enormous and was laid on in multiple paths. Everything was pristine, not a trace of the smallest litter, and the walkways stretched back to the main terrace that led to the Chatsworth House, as it is called.
It started to rain, and to let the weather wear out, we enjoyed a nice lunch back in the car. Everywhere else was too wet to be comfortable. Lucy made excellent sandwiches, supplied select small pastries, and Linda had precut some fruit. I had a ginger soda in hand and all was good. The rain never really did let up, but it didn’t matter, we decided to go inside Chatsworth house.
The neat thing was that people actually lived here. At least the part that was closed off to the public, the rest was open to the public (for a price of course) to walk through and learn about its history. First thing I noticed, if you looked up, a giant hand-painted muriel that took up the entire ceiling of the main floor.
There were paintings everywhere in this place. Upstairs held a private library that the Duke and his family have used just a few hours ago.
Near the library were separate bedrooms, and in between all of these rooms was what I presumed to be one of the main dining areas.
There were many other rooms and doors that were blocked off from the public. I had a strong urge to sneak through the rooms and guarded areas for own adventurous sake but there was security every which way I turned. I felt as though I’d be beheaded in front of the Duke of Devonshire himself if I did something wrong. This place was riddled with doors that led to who knows where? I had to contain myself.
We left the main grounds of Chatsworth to a tea place right around the corner. In addition to experience something typical English as Chatsworth, the right family also introduced me to another typical English pastime: the afternoon tea. It’s just enjoying tea, usually with cream, and perhaps a scone during the afternoon. By the way, I love scones!
I asked them, “What exactly is a crumpet anyway?” It’s something I’ve always heard the English like to have with their tea. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a crumpet. They had a bit of difficulty explaining what a crumpet was to me, but I think I got it. I think.
Moving on, that same night a good friend of the Wright family was having a party in their village. I was interested in learning how the English get down. Turns out, they get down quite well! What fascinated me the most was that everyone knew or at least knew of each other. And there was a mix of different age groups young and old mingling together late in the night. Even Mr. Richard Wright proved he could hang with the best of them!
After the party, Lucy’s brother Dave suggested that the guys go “night golfing”. Of course the idea came about after a little boosting, but I was game for it. Four of us, crept into the darkness and snuck out onto a golf course nearby. We only had the moonlight guiding us along with a few bottles of whatever Dave was ever to stash from the Wright household. The game was simple, four of us would play a quick round close to the green and the last one to sink their ball had to drink a bit of the worst bottle we had.
We stayed out for a couple of hours until we saw Lucy and Dave’s girlfriend in the distant fog trying to sneak up on us. Nice try ladies. Your laughs could be heard miles away! I tried to take photos, but it was just too dark.
The next morning would be my last morning in Sheffield. Lucy wanted to treat me to one last breakfast before we bid farewell (for the fourth time!). I had what they called a full English breakfast which did the job well! Afterwards, Richard Wright drove us to the train station where we sat and waited at my boarding platform…or at least we thought we did. Lucy went to use the loo and that’s when I realized we were at the wrong platform and my train was actually already there on the other side of the platform. I tried to wait as long as possible for Lucy but unfortunately my train was about to leave. Thankfully she saw my train and me waving frantically from the window. You and your family were a real treat and a pleasant surprise
for this trip I’m on. I did not expect to see Lucy so soon! But I’m glad I did. Thank you Wrights for everything! I’m off for a quick detour in London before I head off to Germany!
The United Kingdom was never a part of my original unplanned plan. Before I left to Europe, I’ve been telling everyone at home that the U.K. was out of the picture. The U.S. dollar sucks there! But all it took was one little message from my old traveling partner, Lucy, to get me across the pond from Dublin over into Sheffield. She saw on Facebook that I was in Ireland, just a short flight away from England and commented saying “Get your tail to Sheffield boy”! I didn’t need too much convincing. It’d be a nice detour before I make way over to Germany.
If you recall, I met Lucy two years ago in Muizenberg, South Africa and then reunited with her last year in Vietnam. We traveled through Vietnam, Laos, and parts of Thailand together. The last we saw of each other was at the jungle party on Koh Phangnan in Thailand.
The flight from Dublin to Manchester, England was seamless. From there, I took a train into Sheffield. I walked along with my giant backpack and little backpack in tow and there she was waiting for me. Boy, it was nice to see her again, even more so because it was completely unplanned!
As Lucy was giving me a tour around her city, we caught up on what we’ve been up to the past year since we last saw each other. Lucy has been working ever since and has also decided to further her education. She still has very intent plans to travel some more of the world in the near future, which was great to hear!
Upon walking around the city, I met Lucy’s hilarious older sister E.J. while she was working. Once she was off, she gave us a ride to their home, which was in a village in a place called Woodsetts. It was a legit village, with horses, crops, and farmland as her backyard. Lucy always mentioned she lived in a village in the countryside before and she wasn’t exaggerating one bit. Her home was also village-like in terms of esthetics. I liked to describe it as a labyrinth of coziness because I often found myself confused as to where I was going. Lucy was so great that she had a spare room all set and ready for me in such short notice.
Just shortly after getting settled in, I met Lucy’s older brother Dave and their mother Linda Wright. I have a pretty good sense of telling when people are really genuine or not and Linda was nothing but. She was glad to have me and her actions spoke of it! She was in the midst of preparing me my first Sunday roast, a typical English dinner, and even bought me cereal to make me feel at home.
That was Lucy’s prime suggestion! From the onset, Lucy and her siblings were nothing alike. They didn’t even look a little similar. But they were nothing but nice from the get-go.
The next day, Lucy planned for us to walk over to a nearby Butterfly House just beyond the acres of farmland behind her house. It was actually a really neat walk in the countryside and was a nice change of pace from all the walks I’ve endured recently in big cities like Dublin, Paris, and Amsterdam.
The Butterfly house wasn’t an ordinary butterfly house, it was actually that alongside a small-scale zoo. The place was perfect to spend an afternoon just mozying along.
We spent a good chunk of the afternoon there before we made our way back home. It was then that I finally met Lucy’s dad Richard Wright. He planned for all of us to go out for nice dinner in the city, with my choice of restaurant. How nice are they! I asked what kind of restaurants were around and from the choices I decided to go with Indian food. I love Indian food, especially the curry and I think it was a great choice. Curry always does the trick.
Yeah, so far my stay with the Wright family has been pleasant and relaxing. They still wanted me to have a proper English visit outside of what I saw in London a couple Christmas’ ago. That same night. Richard Wright decided we will visit Chatsworth the next day. What the heck is Chatsworth? You shall see 🙂
The (easy) decision to venture out to London was out of pure randomness. I’ll just go for the heck of it. No rhyme or reason. But what I thought would be pretty sweet, was to go during the Christmas holidays. This would be my first Christmas away from home and my first foray into the United Kingdom, and I am pretty excited about not knowing what I’m getting myself into. All I knew is that it will be a very merry, holly jolly, good ol’ time!
There’s another, more endearing excuse why I spontaneously chose to visit the United Kingdom; a handful of volunteers I met over the years also live in or near London so it would be cool to visit them too. So I booked a flight for the week of Christmas to the epicenter of England. I was giddy, after all, Christmas is my favorite time of year. The corny music, all the lights and decorations, even that particular Christmas scent (a mixture of pine trees, garland, candy cane mints, wrapping paper, and clementines), I love it all! I made sure to pack my Santa Claus hat and flew across the pond to London! The first person I first met up with was none other than…
I met Nichola in Cuzco, Peru in 2011. She lived with Maria in her home-stay but I first met her pre-gaming outside in the middle of Plaza de Armas, before we went hopping around all the discotekkas on one of my first nights in the country. What I love about Nichola was that she was always chock full of energy and was always fun to be around. She knew how to have a good time, every single time. She’s hails from Manchester, U.K and has the coolest British accent to prove it. Whenever Panjabi MC came on, we were the only ones to bust out into some Indian dance, anytime we heard it, while everyone around looked at us like we were crazy (which was quite often actually.) Over time, we went White Water rafting in the births of the Amazon river, where she handled the chilly rapids like a pro. I left right before she went on to explore Bolivia, but we have kept in touch ever since. As a matter of fact, my going to Tanzania last year was all her idea. A suggestion which proved to be the right one. Thanks for that Nichola!
I knew Nichola went to Uni in London, but didn’t know if she would be around for the holidays, so I contacted her and let her know of my plans. She had just left London and went back to Manchester for the holidays but took a train right back to London to meet up with me. I told her, once I get off the plane, I’ll catch a taxi and meet her and her boyfriend Edward wherever they were. Instead she suggested, since taxi’s cost a ridiculous amount, to buy an oyster for a few quid and catch a tube…
Let me translate that. I should buy a pass called an Oyster card which costs just a few pounds and catch a tube (subway) to wherever I need to go. It’s much cheaper that way. So that’s exactly what I did. I tubed it to her University (UCL) and reunited with my old Peruvian buddy. Since I last seen her, she has been doing some traveling of her own to places such as Bolivia, Chile, Paris, and Egypt to name a few. After that, she’s hard at work with school and has other trips studying abroad in the works. She is studying towards a Spanish and French degree here at UCL. She also has a flat (dorm), that her, Edward, and I would stay at for the next couple of days. But before we did anything, I really REALLY needed a nap. I could barely sleep on the plane and I have been up for almost 24 hours. It was about noon here so I didn’t want to sleep too long, just maybe an hour. After that we went into town and got some grub. I found out that lemonade here in England is not lemonade at all! They call their sprite or 7-Up here lemonade, and actual American lemonade they refer to as cloudy lemonade or fresh squeezed lemon juice or something like that. So to you unaware Americans, if you go to England and order a lemonade, you’re in for a surprise! Afterwards we walked to the British Museum which is gargantuan! And best of all, free. Also, I had no idea the actual Rosetta Stone was held here.We decided to call it a night afterwards because I was still quite jet lagged. So lagged that I fell asleep and didn’t wake up until nearly two in the afternoon the next day, which is a new record for me. I never sleep past noon, ever! It also got really dark, really quick so I was a bit disoriented when we went outside. Nichola, Edward, and I took the tube to Westminster and saw a few pretty cool things.
That same day, December 21st 2012, the world was supposed to end. Thank God it didn’t because I was really worried…
So we went to a friend of Edwards for a “Hey, So It’s Not The End Of The World” party. Any excuse to party is fine with me! There I met a house full of aspiring young actors, actresses, and musicians. It was fitting because they were all quite the characters. All they wanted was to feed me and make sure my cup was always filled to the brim. An important observation I made; any place I go where I’m in a different state/country/continent/planet and I am at a party or just hanging out with people (mostly foreign strangers), they have all been so incredibly nice and like to cater me with lots of drinks and tasty food! It’s awesome and I always make sure I return the gratitude in some way.
The next day, the three of us went to Camden Town Market (I think) where they have a bunch of shops and food stalls. Food stalls with different food from places like Brazil, China, and Peru! I just got a chicken sandwich and fries but regretted it when Nichola and I saw the Peru stall and were instantly bombarded with old memories. The lady at the stall was impressed that we knew quite a bit about the delicacies she offered and about the places we’ve been in her country. It just makes me want to get back to Peru again one day.
We chilled back at the flats and ordered some pizza for the remainder of the night. She and Edward had to catch an early train back to Manchester in the morning. It was really good seeing Nichola after almost two years! It was also nice of them to make the trip down to see me. I don’t get too sad with these goodbyes too much because they’re not really goodbyes, they’re more like an “I’ll see you later”. On the same token, it doesn’t make it easier.
I met Prem during my second outing in South Africa. She along with a handful of other newbies took over the Rec House once I left for Tanzania. Prem is from London and I’ve never met someone so hilariously witty. Along with a few others, we would always play Chinese Snap, a zany table pounding card game, in the Rec house a few times and her hand was always the victim of my intimidating death slaps on the table. She swore vengeance on me once I seen her in London though. I’ve only hung around the new crew at the Rec House a few times and Prem was always the standout comedian. Her English accent made everything funnier to me. In case you haven’t noticed, I love that accent. If I could swap my generic American accent for a English one, I would in a heartbeat.
I took the tube to North Greenwich and after getting lost on the city bus for an hour, somehow found my way to Plumstead where Prem resides. I never sweat when I get lost; I’m pretty resourceful. I was greeted by her, her mother, and her friend Natalie from her Uni. Since I last saw Prem, she has been hard at work studying and working even debating where and when to take her next trip. She really wants to go to New York City. On an interesting note, most of the Londoners I met want to go to either New York City, Florida, or Los Angeles. There is way more to the U.S. than those three places! I thought it was amusing. Prem keeps in touch with several people she met back in Muizenberg still which is awesome and we had a good time talking about things we may have not known at the time. The first night was very relaxed, we watched a movie, drank some wine, and I taught them how to play Wisk, a card game I learned from another English friend of mine who I will reunite with in a bit. Her mom assumed I knew how to cook because she said I have fat cheeks! I can’t cook for the life of me, so give me something to cut or peel. I can also supervise pretty well. If I did any cooking I would have ruined Christmas dinner for everyone!
I actually spent Christmas Day in this household and it was mighty relaxing. Prem introduced me to something festive they do here in London. She bought a package of…gosh I don’t remember what they’re called…poppers? Crackers? Anyways, they are these things that look like giant tootsie rolls, still in the wrapper but in cardboard form. What you do is, you and a friend pull each side and it pops open with goodies and surprises. In mine were a king’s crown, a pocket mirror, and some small book. I guess Londoners do it all the time here. Later on, we took Natalie back to her flat at her Uni in which Prem and her mom tried to give me a mini tour of this part of the city as we drove, but I was fast asleep in the backseat. From all that wine probably. It happens.
The next day, Prem and her mom drove me to the bus station so I could get to Kensington. I said my goodbyes to them and assured that whenever I get back to London I will see them again. Thanks for everything Prem! Now to get to Kensington. There was a tube strike today and most of the tubes were out of service so I had to take the buses. I am pretty bad at navigating the buses but I managed to get to Kensington…eventually.
I met Nick a few days before we started our week-long trek up Mount Kilimanjaro in Tanzania in July 2012. He lived in a home-stay, while I stayed in the main volunteer house. He was also part of LX6 (the group of us six volunteers who banded together to ascend Kili). Right after Kili, we went directly to Zanzibar Island for another week, so I spent a considerable amount of time with him. Nick and I were tent-mates the entire time on the mountain which reminds me, I have a funny story about that, that I never mentioned on here before. (Nick, if you’re reading this, don’t hate me!)
Each night on Kilimanjaro, there was something that happened I liked to call “Nick-at-Nite”. At the hotel we stayed in, the night before our ascent, Nick warned me that he would often sleep walk at night and would sometimes spaze out and say and do unusual things. “You’re fine” I responded. I thought he was exaggerating, but I found out soon enough he certainly wasn’t . At the hotel, in the middle of the night, he popped up out of his bed like The Undertaker and didn’t know where he was or even who I was. “HUH!! ..Wha??? Where am I? Who are you?”
“Nick, you’re in a hotel. It’s me, Dan. We are climbing Kilimanjaro tomorrow” I said. “Oh okay” he says and he falls right back to sleep. That was just the first day. Our first night on Kilimanjaro, he did the exact same thing. “Wha?! Where am I? Who are you?!”
“I’m Dan and we’re in a tent.”
Now the second night on the mountain was even funnier. He unconsciously woke up in the middle of the night, grabbed his torch (flashlight) and proceeded to lift my feet up to find who knows what on my side of the tent. He then dropped my feet and started tossing around my bags. I was lying there cracking up because I knew he didn’t realize what he was doing.
“Nick are you alright?” I finally asked. “Looking for my torch.” he responded. “It’s in your hand, haha!” I chuckled. “Oh, okay” he says and goes back to his side of the tent and right back to sleep.
All this stuff makes him sound like a weirdo, but that’s only just when he’s sleeping. He’s actually really bright and a good friend. He made sure I didn’t drown or get eaten by any sharks when I decided to exercise in the Indian Ocean after a few too many drinks one late night in Zanzibar…
By this point I have already been all over London: North, South, East, West, and Central. I have become adept at navigating the tubes (not so much with the buses). Nick took a train from somewhere just outside of South London to come visit and I took the tube to Charring Cross and met up with him at the front of the train station. We headed down South Bank nearby to a pub called The Coal Hole where we could catch up.
When I last saw him, he was leaving Zanzibar and heading back home to London, just as the Summer Olympics were kicking off. These days Nick is a pharmaceutical assistant and working towards his degree in the field at the University of Bath. He’s been doing well these days and it was pretty good reminiscing over the good, the bad, and the overall memorable times on Kilimanjaro. I was also able to ask him in person what he thought of the Fruity Pebbles I sent him a couple of months ago. You see, for those that don’t know, I am a big cereal junkie. I could live off of it if I had to. While on Zanzibar, I found out Tanner, Katie, Lana, and Nick (all foreigners) have never heard or even seen a box of Fruity Pebbles in their lives. I was astonished! So I told them once I got back to America, I would send them each a box; and that’s exactly what I did.
While tossing back a few pints, we were able to catch up on A LOT of stuff. I told him about the rest of my Africa trip and then about Vegas. He asked if I still kept in touch with my school in Tanzania, the Shining Star Pre-Primary. Just occasional emails back and forth, but not too much else. And it’s understandingly so because it’s hard to get internet out there. He kept in touch with his school too, Cheti Primary…until recently. His old directors at Cheti emailed him asking if he could send quite a substantial amount of money over to help the directors kids get through school. Nick hasn’t responded because he doesn’t know what to say. There’s no telling if Cheti will actually use the money for the students or for other personal things. As a matter of fact, the schools that we volunteered with in Tanzania are not supposed to ask us volunteers for money because a portion of our money already went towards the schools. And I know for a fact the money went towards the schools because each volunteer literally hand delivered it to their primary’s directors in person at the start of the volunteer program. Once you leave though, there is no telling what they will do with the money (the locals in Tanzania were a bit sneaky when it came to this kid of stuff). Nick has yet to respond to them, but I can’t blame him.
After sometime, Nick and I parted ways once again at the train station. It was very good to meet up and I know that I’ll see him again one of these days.
Sam is another that I met during my second outing in SA in August 2012. He occupied the Rec House and I met him a little later on my trip. The whole time, he reminded me of a certain celebrity but I couldn’t put my finger on who. It wasn’t until my last night in SA that I pointed out he looks like Chris Martin, the lead singer of Coldplay. “I get that all the time, but I don’t see it!” he would say. From the short time I knew him, it was apparent that everyone at the house liked him a lot. He told me he lived in East London, however far or close that is to the main part of London (is there a main part?) I’m not sure. But once I knew I was going, I messaged him and we met up!
Good thing Sam was wearing a Santa hat or otherwise I would have never found him! We met up on the London bridge and it was a miracle that we found each other so quickly because there was so many people everywhere! I thought I was going to have to resort to asking people if they have seen Chris Martin walking around with a Santa Hat. We went directly to the Borough Market near the bridge. It’s a huge outdoor place clustered with food stalls galore! It’s almost impossible to go through the market without buying something to eat. Everything smelled and looked so freakin’ delicious! I even tried “mulled wine” for the first time. The Londoners have told me about mulled wine before, but this whole time I thought they were saying “mold” wine, which didn’t sound great at all. Mulled wine is a heated Merlot that is moderately blended with cinnamon and other spices. It’s actually not that bad. It tastes almost like a warm apple cider with a bit of a bold red wine finish.
Sam is a teacher here in London and an avid surfer on his free time. He has surfed in Australia, California, South Africa, and even while it was snowing in Northern England! In Muizenberg, he was volunteering with the surf program. He and Prem actually left at the same time.
We went to a pub near the London Bridge called “A Bunch of Grapes”…I think. I should have wrote this stuff down! But we were able to catch up and seeing as he is a teacher, I was able to ask him a lot of questions about the United Kingdom. He was able to explain a lot because I’ll be honest, my knowledge of England or even Europe as a whole is severely lacking. It’s so small and there are so many countries in one tiny area. For example, (I’m going to sound like an idiot now) I always assumed the Queen had a King that no one ever spoke of for some reason. She has a prince she’s married to but he’s not really the king. I also thought she was the sole ruler of the country, but as it turns out there’s this Prime Minister guy who actually makes all the rules. I was completely oblivious to all of this. I guess I focused all my attention more on third world countries. Well anyways, Sam couldn’t stay long because he had a plane to catch soon. He was going to Prague to spend New Years there. Lucky guy!
If there is anyone I have to blame for my random arrival in London, then I blame Pip! We were sitting in the volunteer house in Arusha one day when Pip proposed the idea that I should just come to London and visit her for Christmas. She was mostly kidding, but that was the seed she planted in my head. Thanks Pip! Pip hails from Brisbane, Australia and she has the blue-est eyes you would ever see on a human being! Seriously, her eyes are so blue. Let me find a picture…
Pip arrived in Tanzania the day after I got there and we couldn’t have had a better first full day in Arusha. Her, myself, and a handful of others went on a muddy fun waterfall hike near Mt. Meru. The best part was the Bota Bota’s we rode on through the streets and villages to get there. This is the part when I started to fall ill to a sickness and horrible cough that lasted me well through Kilimanjaro. Speaking of Kili, Pip also climbed it after I had already left Tanzania. She even started up her own fundraiser for her efforts. You can read all about it on her blog site Many Shades. I even wrote a post for her site. Check it out! Pip got along well with everyone in the house and stayed in Tanzania for a total of three months before she made her way up to London to visit family for the holidays. This was the perfect opportunity to reunite with Pip again.
I met up with her in Covent Garden, along with her cousin Katie. Pips eyes are still bluer than ever and it was humbling to see her again. She told me her time on Kili didn’t go as smooth as she hoped and is going to attempt it again with her dad this upcoming summer. She also has plans on returning to Arusha for a bit more too. Lucky her! Pip and I stood outside the tube station for a bit because we were waiting to meet up with another fellow volunteer we met in Arusha. That volunteer is the one and only…
Danni was one of the very first volunteers I met upon arrival from Kenya to Tanzania. She doesn’t know it, but I always thought of her as the leader of the new pack of volunteers that arrived, which includes me. Danni was pretty amazing, and not just because of her British accent, she has an adventurous spirit. She is a P.E. teacher here in London and since she left Tanzania, she’s been active in different athletics and continuing her role as the coolest P.E. instructor in all of England! We actually didn’t have a proper goodbye in Tanzania. The last time I saw her was right before I left to Kilimanjaro. We were on Zanzibar at the same time but never got the chance to meet up because she was on the opposite side of the island. By the way, Danni also wrote a blog during her travels which you should check out here Danni’s African Adventure.
Once Pip and I spotted Danni waiting for us, it was like a very mini Arusha reunion. We had the whole day to do whatever we wanted and what better way to start the day than pub crawl all around London!
I can’t recall the number of pubs and restaurants we went to (it was a lot!). I do know it took up the whole entire day and closed out my last full day in England with a bang! It’s been months since I’ve seen last seen Pip and Danni but seeing them again felt like I just saw them yesterday. They felt the same way. In just a few days, Pip would be returning home to Australia and in a few months Danni would make her way there also to visit friends including Pip and another member of our safari squad, Rachel.
This London trip wasn’t planned and to be honest England wasn’t anywhere near the top of my list of places I needed to visit (I’m more of a rustic guy). The biggest draw for me were the friends that I met, that I will never forget. 🙂