Before leaving for Canterbury, I wanted to take full advantaged of the free breakfast provided by the hostel. Well, not to my surprise... the breakfast consisted of toast with jam, 3 types of cereal, and coffee, tea, or water.... what should I really expect from a bar... I guess a fourth kind of cereal or maybe some orange juice!! Once again, I was sitting at a table by myself looking pathetic when Chloe, the Aussie, sat next to me and greeted me with a "hello, anti-social American!" Oh Chloe! If only you knew me better!! Instantly, I made 3 new friends and they all asked me to stay in London at least one more night so I could hang out with them but, I declined. I had an adventure that I planned with my brother the night before my flight and gosh darnit!! I was going to do it!! So, I said good bye to Janelle the Brazilian and her friend, Mike another austrailian, Chloe, and the other random people at the hostel and set off for my 4 hour train ride to Canterbury.
The trip to Canterbury was absolutely beautiful but, as my mom and dad know, if I am in a car, bus, or train long enough I will fall asleep.
I asked the ticket attendant for directions once I got off the train. He drew the WORST map for me to follow to get to the street my YHA hostel was on. I literally, walked through the entire town of Canterbury. Although it was long, I past by musicians, all tours, and came upon a market. I was starving by the time I hit the fruit stand that I was ready to by ANYTHING to subdue the hunger pains. A sign read "£1 for a bowl." Well, what the hell does that mean?? I thought. It meant that I picked a bowl with 5 apples in it and only had to pay £1 for them!!!! It was GREAT!
The hostel was gorgeous!! It was, by far, the best hostel that most of the travelers have ever stayed in. I met 2 fellow travelers while I waited the 2 hours to check in. There was Luca, 25, from Pearmont, England. He was an artist walking.. yes I said WALKING.. to Italy. He said "It's a challenge and that's what I am looking for. Plus, my dad lives there and I always joked when I was younger that I would walk to my dad. Now, I finally am." Then, there was Geoff, 32, born in Hawaii and raised in England and now lives in Seattle. He broke his foot a few months before and now walked with a very noticeable limp. I called it his "gangsta walk." The three of us got along so well that we decided to go out for dinner and drinks. Well, by the first round of pints... I was buzzed. By the second round, I was very drunk and demanded chips! By the third round, I told Geoff and Luca that someone either needs to carry me, get me a taxi, or buy me roller skates because I am NOT WALKING BACK! They didn't do any of the options but, they did threaten to leave me there in the street yelling because they were embarassed.
The next day we all exchanged emails, facebooks, and funny pictures of each other doing stupid things (mostly me). Luca took a picture of me punching a picture of a blonde woman punching outwards. Apparently, I yelled "YEAH?! YA WANA FIGHT! You think you're better than me??! Well, let's throw down!!"
Then, we hugged good bye and split up to travel alone once again.
Funny joke by Geoff "English doesn't just borrow from other languages, it follows them down dark alleys, mugs them and goes threw their pockets for loose grammer.
