Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Sweatpants Across Europa: London Again

A decade ago, I applied for a work visa in Britain and used it to work and travel for several months. This is that story.  To begin at the beginning, go here.   

By the time we arrived in London and found our way to our last hostel, it was nearly midnight. Our room was reasonably priced but it was also inconveniently located far from the airport, the paint was peeling off the walls, and the beds sagged to the floor. However there were two other people in the room and they had been there for a few nights, so we knew survival was possible. At that point, survival was all we wanted. Soon we would be home.