KFC and a graveyard - London

So I went to London to see my good friend Lina who recently moved to Kent and I must say I had never imagined such a trip. After another yet amazing performance from the Wicked cast we went back to our hotel and later out again to catch some food.

    “It’s closed!” she said. Even in London restaurants close, I couldn’t believe it. Okey, so I had to. “I think I saw a KFC just up the road, fancy chicken?” I smiled and we went, just two minutes before they closed. “What do you want?” the lady said and smiled.

“It’s twenty-eight,” said another man. They were closing at half. None of us was really used to eating at KFC, so Lina said: “We’ll just have some chicken stuff,” and I put up my most lovable smile. The lady smiled back and looked at the days leftovers. In the end we both got fries and some huge chicken pieces to take away. Deciding it was too sad to waste a fine evening eating in our tiny hotel room we went looking for a bench, only… There was no bench.

    In the end though, we did find a box, a sand box outside a church and that night we enjoyed a fine meal of chicken in the streetlight in front of a church, only accompanied by ourselves and probably a hundred ghosts.

-Mari Clementine

So f*cking late - London

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Well - almost. I sure have had one trip I haven't told you about this year, but since almost everybody is having Christmas of, I'm posting it now: Christmas Shopping in London.

I'm sorry there haven't been much travelling lately, but I've been a bit busy. You see, I'm planning a much greater journey these days, and I can tell you this it involves Italy, but for now, I've gotten one last trip this year and I'm leaving tomorrow. I'm going back to London! - 7. december

“We’re late! We’re late! We’re so fucking late!” I yelled as I took of all my clothes to get into a beige dress and a smoking-jacket. I quickly pulled my hair up in a ponytail and started spraying it with hairspray. I turned to Lina who was still not in her dress. “I know,” she said. “It’s all my fault.”

“Rubbish.”

    Before we knew it we were on our way downstairs again, this time in stilettos and with nice dresses. I had a look at my phone. “It starts in 5 minutes! We’re gonna be so late!” I said while balancing on the pavement with my already tired after-a-day-of-walking feet. “We should just take off our shoes and run,” I said, wishing we could.

“Let’s do it.”

     So we took of our heels and we ran, all the way up Belgrave road, which by the way was the wrong road, and laid the usual 15 minute walk to Apollo Victoria behind us in 4 and just when we had gotten inside, the doors closed behind us and the moment we sat down the theatre got dark. The musical was about to start.

-Mari Clementine