On Sunday i arrived at the Amstel station at 5 o’clock in the evening to catch the bus there to London, which departed at 7 o’clock. Why i arrived so early ? Because there was a threat of some strike of the public transport so just in case i went to the station to die of boredom. So at seven the 10-hour ride could begin. I couldn’t sleep at all during the whole trip. The bus crossed the English channel by Ferry. We went through Belgium and France. So basically i also went to Belgium and France, but just to make a toilet stop. In Belgium, i haven’t been yet, so it was like for the starters. When we arrived at our hostel, to Piccadilly Backpackers, it was too early to get in our rooms or use the luggage room for our bags. At 8 o’clock we could leave our bags and after one o’clock we could check in. Because we hadn’t slept at all we just were sleeping in some chilling lounge until a guy came and said that it is now allowed to sleep there. Despite being exhausted, we went walk around. We visited China town, which was full of Chinese of course, walked through Trafalgar Square and visited a shop of expensive but extremely hot mustangs. Also, feed some squirrels in Hyde park and a little shopping.
The next day, Tuesday, we decided to visit the World Travel Market. It turned out much better than i expected. It was a huge fair, with almost all of the countries in the world, who were on the market. Some really little countries or some regions that i haven’t heard about were there too, but of course not Estonia. Latvia and Lithuania were there, though. For example, i have never heard about Ras Al Khaimah, which is in the United Arab Emirates. Neither i knew nothing about the Kingdom of Bahrain. For every country, there were some space and counters, where people could ask information about the country, get some leaflets or informative books, taste the food or drinks, or some other extreme stuff that was related to the country. Dubai, for example, presented Falconry, which is a game catching the hawk-like birds to train or breed them for something.
In the evening was party time again. This time, I and my classmate were lead to one club by a guy in the hostel, who worked there but had a day off. The club was full of perverts, to be honest, and i think also that it is wrong when people think that Amsterdam is all about sex, drugs and rock’n’roll. In London, there are a lot of girls who dress half naked, even in a formal event like the WTM was. About the perverseness a DJ or maybe just a guy in the DJ box asked me if i knew what an Australian kiss is and then explained me that it is like a French kiss but down under. Did I ask for the information? I took a picture with one guy and he made the picture into a key case. It was quite cool actually, but probably he still had some other plans. Thank God we had our male classmates with us.
On our last day, I and two other girls went to shopping and visited Covent Garden. Others went to see the Big Ben, London Eye etc. but we had already been there.