The day started very badly with clumsy me not realizing one of the "easy-access to central london" train is not working on Sunday, and I actually was supposed to get the 0900 train to Cambridge. By 0826 I was still in my neighbourhood waiting for a damned bus. Ok. Picture this, I'm in zone 3, end of the west, and I have to get into zone 1 (north-east) in like 30 minutes. That is impossible. I began to panic and texted my companion about how late and fucked up I was.
I arrived Kings' Cross at 0910. The train would actually be departing at 0915, it gave me some consolation but not much. I got there, and geezz... where is that freaking place I'm supposed to take the train?!!? It has like 3-4 different lines at the station and many exits. After asking around, I finally ran my way to the right spot, found my friend and we dashed across like over 300m to the whistling train (p/s: I haven't had any breakfast!!). Just 0914 and few seconds to the departure time, we sat there nearly breathless. What a relief!!
Guess what... My friend actually told me there's no specific timing for the ticket, we could have actually taken the next one. Fuck, I felt like punching him (ok, not the violent kind). But it was a good morning exercise I reckon.
CAMBRIDGE
Peaceful. Quiet. Not as pretty as I thought. It is a lovely place, very relaxed. No rushing commuters, no fucked up transport system, no dirty and badly disfigured walls or houses, no litters or black chewing gum stains on the ground, typical traditional english hometown; it did actually impress me a bit. Not much, but a little. It's perfect for a family stay. It didn't have too much around, except over 20 colleges/universities and quite a number of churches, a few museums. It has a few parks (mini-hyde-park). And I love the sight where the houses were beautifully covered with hanging red-greeny leaves... magnificent :)
I broke the record of the most expensive meal I had again. It was £6.25. Pizza hut - 3 courses at £8.60 plus re-fillable pepsi max. However this is well-spent. Compared to that amount I had on shitty chinatown food. I wanted to puke.. ahh so much to eat. I actually had a whole individual pan of pizza, 7 mini wings, and a chocolate fudge cake. Oh, didn't I say I've to stop feeding myself too much... man, that really slipped off my mind!! It was nice company as I invited another friend to join at dinner, so 3 of us seem to be getting along just great.
I had a great laugh, finally...
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