Last night was terrible. I was in bed by 11, trying desperately to get an early start today. I laid awake until nearly 2 AM listening to the irregular pounding of music from some club nearby, and also to the screaming of the other hostel guests as they came home from whatever pathetic display of fuckery they had engaged in that night. People entered and left my room in random spurts, speaking in loud drunken voices the whole time.
Needless to say, I didn’t wake up until 11 AM (somehow I was still one of the last people sleeping this morning).
I mostly spent the day doing laundry, doing more travel planning and budget logistics, and meandering around with Liam. I finished off the day with a Jack the Ripper walking tour.
I’ve noticed that I’m actually starting to be comfortable navigating London- I find myself knowing where I am without pulling out the phone, being able to give other tourists directions- it is so satisfying. Tomorrow I’m off to Paris, but I look forward to coming back here at the end of August (and staying in a different hostel this time!)