Renate, that would be me, and Ida, that would be IdaPida, took the tut-tut-train down to London Baby on Tuesday, for a few days of complete and utter randomness. On the day of our arrival the sun was shining bright in the sky, it was real summer temperature, what a great start. After some walking here, then some walking there we finally found the hostel we had booked for our stay. Obviously we had not booked the entire hostel for the two of us, but a room more like. After some undressing in the heat, we headed out into the big city to meet up with Erika, such a lovely, lovely girl we finally had the chance to meet. The three of us got ourselves a cooling frap from Starbucks each and walked over to this park thingy I can’t remember the name of, that was located right next to the London Eye. When bums started to fall asleep from sitting on the green gras, we walked to Leicester Square, where we had dinner at Wagamamas. I thought I did a splendid job eating with the chopsticks, until Ida told me I was supposed to break them apart. So doing that, made the eating part a hell of a lot harder. But in the end I had managed to get it all down in me tummy, and it was very yummy. After being fed we walked over to Soho where we had a drink, me and Ida had a mojito each while Erika enjoyed a cold beer. It was then time to say goodbye to Mrs Jones, hugs and smiles we parted, me and Ida walking by a Nordic Bar (Go Scandinavians!) on our way back to the hostel, where we of course had to enjoy a kopparberg. Okay then, three. Someone got rather tipsy, who that someone was is left for you to guess. I must say out of the decorations in the Nordic bar, the british people seem to think we celebrate christmas all year through. I told them we didn’t.
The next day we got up early. Had a nice little breakie at the hostel before taking the underground to Victoria, and the Apollo Victoria Theatre to buy tickets to go see Wicked the musical. And tickets we indeed got, front row ones for the afternoon performance. With a few hours to kill before the show, we explored the area around Victoria. We enjoyed mango-passion fruit juice and paninis, walked around the shops we could find nearby, for example Topshop where we tried some pretty cool shoes, tho the heels would kill.
2:30 PM and it was time to go see Wicked, making our way front row we felt supercool, not gonna lie. The theatre was a lot smaller than what I had imagined, so we got proper close to the stage and more than once could I feel the cast make eye contact with me. Obviously, this could be me being paranoid, but I choose to believe this was the case. The performance was nothing but extraordinary, could not take my eyes off the stage and what was happening, goosebumps the entire show through from the amazing singing. Alexia did such a great job being Elpheba, and oh my if I could sing like her, I would be one very, very happy girl. So if you have not seen Wicked, it is highly recommended, go see it!
After the musical had finished, we walked through Hyde Park on our way back to Oxford Street. Nice little park there with some cute jumpiethingies (aka squirrels). We were meant to be shopping in Oxford Street, obviously, but sorry, London baby just ain’t Wolverhampton. Ended up with a tiny bag from H&M. Todays dinner were found at this restaurant called Spaghetti House, ironically neither me or Ida had spaghetti.
The last day spent in London baby were also a warm, sunny day, the perfect setting of a perfect end to our lovely getaway. It started off with breakfast at the hostel before we checked out and headed for Oxford street to do some shopping. Not that we were much better today when it came to that, I did end up with a little bag from La Senza tho, after getting a discount after a bra size fitting session. I was just between a 32 and a 34 (some would say I’m then a 33) so using a 34 was correct of me, yay go me. Tho I was a cup size bigger than I thought, not that I mind, I’ve always wanted bigger boobs haha. After walking here and there, store to store it was time for what may have been the biggest highlight of the trip. No we didn’t run into one of the McFly guys, nor did we book a job in Wicked, but it was just as good, cause James came in to London baby to see us! We went to Starbucks right away for lunch, I had my mocha frap, Ida and James had their caramel light frappes, we talked about pretty much everything, from McFly to life in the wilderness. We then stroddled off down to the Thames and the London Eye, me and James not nervous about going on a wheel that takes us up way hight just by the water, so we would most likely die if it fell over, no not at all. Ida on the other hand was shaking… (Did anyone believe that?) But fear not, we did indeed survive, it was not actually scary once we were up there. I guess I just felt safe knowing James was there to look after us. Evening time we took our dear to the Nordic Bar, as he loves us Scandinavians and everything that has anything to do with that. We had swedish meatballs, mash and gravy with lingonberry jam. Yum. And kopparberg of course. Awesome company, awesome food, perfect ending.
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