Pa smo tam, prvega tedna študentskega življenja je prav zares konec in takoj lahko vidim, da se bo treba na marsikaj navadit in marsikaj popolnoma pozabit. Pouk ni veÄ obvezen in ne dogaja se veÄ v striktnem delu dneva ampak je postavljen v najbolj nadležen Äas. Ponavadi lepo nekam na sredo tako da ne prej ne potem ne moreš kaj veliko doseÄi in postoriti.
Organizirati dovolj dela na teden in hoditi na veÄino predavanj bo terjalo kar nekaj žongliranja dokler ne najdem pravem rešitve in ureditve dneva. Sploh Äe pomislimo, da moram vsak dan še poskrbeti, da ostanem zdrav in v formi. Na sreÄo je noÄ dovolj dolga, da priskrbi Äas za delo na šolskih stvareh in osebnih projektih. Vsaj to.
Pred nekaj dnevi, v Äetrtek, Äe se ne motim, je v moj poštni nabiralnik prispela moja lastna zastonj kopija Steampunk Magazine in moram reÄi, da je prav poseben obÄutek prviÄ v življenju dobiti zastonj revijo, ker vsebuje tvoje pisanje. Na žalost je še nisem imel Äasa prebrati, tako da o njej ne morem povedati veliko, ampak Äe sklepamo po prejšnjih številkah je prav odliÄna. Se pa zdi, da se iz številke v številko redi.
There we go, the first week and weekend of student living are finally over. I can see right away that there is much I will have to get accustomed to and even more I will have to forget. Classes aren't mandatory anymore and they aren't strictly in the morning, in fact they are strictly at the most importune moment in the day. Somewhere smack in the middle where they cause more logistical problems than they solve.
Organising enough work a week and not skipping classes is going to give me a tough time for quite a while until I figure out the perfect schedule for my day. Especially as I have to make sure I stay fit and healthy every single day. Luckily the night is long so I'll have time to work on schoolwork and personal projects then. At least there's that.
A few days ago, Thursday if memory serves, my free copy of Steampunk Magazine came to my mailbox and it was an exquisite delight. Never before have I received a free copy of a magazine because my writing was in it. Sadly, however, I still haven't quite had the time to give it a proper, or even improper, read. If it's anything like the first two issues were then I'm sure it's just perfect and a damn good read. Feels like it's getting thicker with every issue though.
Tomorrow I am leaving London and going home. It will be a sad moment as I have come to quite like London and all its little quirks and strangenesses. To be perfectly honest it feels more home than home does and I must come live here some day because I quite simply love everything.
The thing I love most, or let's say one of the things I love most, is the efficiency of public transport. At home streets are filled with cars and sidewalks are full of parked cars, most streets are also lined with them. Around here it's very rare to spot a regular car, which is probably also due to my not leaving the centre of London. However, there are next to no parking spaces anywhere and still the pavement is nicely walkable.
From my observatoin the only people who use their own cars around here are the very rich because you can see quite some expensive cars around, but hey, why would somebody own a Porsche if they don't intend on showing it off a bit? The reason why people can do this is because public transport actually works and is quick and painless.
The underground is simply marvelous and feels almost like teleportation. You pop out of street level and very soon you pop up somewhere else. It can get a bit crowded and annoying at times, especially around the peaks, but otherwise it's very nice. Haven't tried riding a bus, but there doesn't seem to be a lack of those either. And of course the oyster card is simply a magnificent system.
If only public transport at home would be this useful and I believe much of our trouble would go away.
On Wednesday, that was yesterday I believe, I went to see Macbeth at a theatre. But not just any Macbeth, oh no. The lead role was played by the one and only Patrick Stewart, I mean Jean-Luc Picard. It was quite gorgeously awesome to be honest. Sure it was a bit boring and dragged on like a skinned cat as Shakespeare is wont to do, but all in all it was quite enjoyable – if only for the fact I saw Jean-Luc Picard.
The thing I really love about English theatre is the way it's done rather than perhaps the actual plays and performances. There are many theatres here and they each just have one show at a time, very rarely do they have more than that. So because of this when you want to see a play you can do so every evening at a set time and do not have need for an elaborate schedule and be much inclined to missing plays due to not being in London on the right dates.
This also makes the tickets cheaper I believe as the theatre can go through more viewers. For example to see cabaret I paid merely 20 quid for front front row. Macbeth was a bit pricier, but not too much. And on top of it all this system also allows for more elaborate scenery as it does not have to be changed every night.
I can only wish there were more days left in which to see plays and such.
Oh but I have been neglecting you my lovelies haven't I? It's all for a good reason and I should be able to apologize, but you know, I don't do that. So let's just get on with it as if I did post on each day of the last three.
Yesterday I went to see Cabaret with the loveliest of things last night. I'm not quite certain because of which the evening was the best I've ever had, but let's, for my own safety, say it was because of the play. The young thing is taken after all and I'm a man of honour.
Cabaret was probably the best live performance I've ever seen in my life. It was just marvelously magnificent and I suggest everyone to go and watch it. You must! There's a lot of singing and dancing and even quite some nudity, both male and female, but us theatre goers find that rather normal by now. Nudity everywhere. I laughed almost the whole evening away and I will most assuredly go see the slovene version when I come home.
The lovely young thing I mentioned was Peaches, my long time chatslave person from england and I have to admit meeting her would be more awkward, but it all went as if we'd been long time real life buddies who just so happened not to have seen each other in two days. Really, there's more awkwardnes meeting my buddies after a week or two.
Should've taken a photo …
Haven't posted in a few days due to a minor case of writer's block. It happens, can't predict it, can't prevent it and it might've had something to do with yesterday's equinox.
So about what I'm going to post tonight, it's a bit scary and perhaps a bit daunting, maybe with a flare of sparkling funny and almost certainly without any great merit. It is to be about food. So far I've only had a few brushes with english cuisine and they were all quite marvelous.
Pub food is probably the cheapest per amount of food you can get around here. The meals are bloody huge and whatever you order you have to remember that you'll get a bunch of chips to go along with it. Similar to how you get a huge fucking bowl of rice with anything chinese you order anywhere. Another brush with destiny was fish and chips, which I find to be too glorified. We've been eating such stuff at home since I can remember and it isn't anything too english.
The service, however, anywhere in London, save for the priciest of locations of course, is rather interestingly spun to what I'm used to. Everywhere they make you go up to the bar, order, pay and get your stuff; with food you sometimes wait for a bit and get it served to your table. But in general they make you take your own stuff to the table, much like fast food places and clubs. It's somewhat disapointing, but oh so London.
I am appaled, however, that there is no bloody cafe in this town, that I could find, that can serve tea as tea is supposed to be served. And this is supposed to be a bloody tea country.
Zaradi lenobe se prosim obrnite na anglesko verzijo tega teksta, ki je takoalitako bolje spisana kot bi bila ta, saj je pisanje v drugic malcek utrujajoce in se vcasih kaj spusti ali pozabi in potem tekst izgubi svoj sarm.
yesterday I found out two very important things and one not so important thing. Pubs in London don't seem to serve tea or coffee, just fun-time drinks like beer and such. Another very important thing to know about staying here is that these crazy bastards use some odd three hole power outlets like Americans. How was I supposed to know I won't be able to feed my phone here? The unimportant thing was that it's not wise to travel without a nail clipper because you then have to buy one and it costs you money you could've spent otherwise.
Other than that yesterday wasn't too eventful, sure it left my feet in quite some pain … never teach your feet how to wear boots again by being on them all day straight off … but I only got to see like three tourist traps. The London Tower, which is quite an amazing piece of medieval fortress thingies and does in fact contain the crown jewels. These are pretty and quite shiny, but they feel a bit tacky.
the Tower Bridge was amazing, although the walkways high above the Thames were a bit anticlimatic as I'd hoped I could hang on the fence and stare doom in the face, but rather than that it was all covered up and even bloody carpeted. Not that much fun. However, all was made-up when I reached the engine rooms that gave me quite a nice view on steam engineering. Awesome for steampunk inspiration.
Oh I almost forgot, went into the HMS Belfast and … wow … must've spent a good two hours in there to see everything it had to offer. Bloody nice. Did make me wonder however how come all the manniquins have heads that are too large for their bodies.
Dan se je zacel odlicno s tezko pricakovanim internet fiksom. Sledil mu je dokaj nenavaden zajtrk v nekaksnem cudnem ritualu zajtrkovanja. Ocitno potovanje spremeni navade nejedenja zajtrka.
pri naklucnjem pojanju naokoli in iskanju naprave z denarjem sem se nenadoma znasel ob napisu, ki je pravil "Camden town Hall" ampak na sreco je bila zraven tudi iskana naprava in izkazalo se je, kot po pricakovanjih, da slovenski plasticen denar deluje tudi v Londonu … se sreca.
Nekako sem se uspel spraviti v, kar bi se lahko poimenovalo, center Londona in si skusal ogledati tiste najpomembnejse pasti za turiste, Big Ben, Buckingham palace in tako naprej. Bile so nepricakovano problematicne za najditev, saj so razprsene po presentljivo velikem obmocju.
Najboljsa je bila Westminster Abbey za katero se je treba posloviti od 7-ih funtov denarja, ampak se je povsem splacalo. Sicer sem mislil, da bo bolj cerkev pa se je izkazalo, da je bolj nekaksno pokopalisce. Vsebuje ogromno grobnic bogatih in pomembnih, kot na primer Rihard Levjesrcni in tako naprej. Odlicen je tudi t. i. Poet's Corner v katerem je pokopan tudi Chaucer in drugi pomembni ljudje literarne uspesnosti.
Tower Bridge in London Tower sta bila malcek razocarajoca, ker sem tja prispel prepozno za vstop London Eye pa je bil s 15 funti cisti nateg, saj je lep razgled in vse, ampak 15 funtov je preprosto prevec.
Pojanje po Londonu je zabavno ampak zvecer se lahko izkaze za rahlo bolece.
Today started off with a bang as I got my first internet fix in a while and made the previous blog post. It continued with a whole new way of eating breakfast, at least for me, since I don't usually eat anything in the morning. Guess traveling changes that.
I pranced around the streets having no clear direction or current location in mind when I was looking for a cash machine. Suddenly I found myself next to a sign saying "Camden Town Hall" … luckily there was a cash machine right next to it and, as was hoped and expected, my Slovene plastic money works in London as well (later we found out it works for direct purchases as well). Walking around London is great.
When I managed to navigate the tubes to what I'd deem the dead center of London I did my best to see as many sights as possible. There was Big Ben, Buckingham Palace and so on. The best of them all was, without a doubt, Westminster Abbey. The 7 quid admissoin fee feels awful at first, but it's utterly worth it when you realise just how big the place actually is, and it's bloody huge. What I thought would be more of a church turned out to be more of a burial site for the rich and important. There were early kings, Richard the Lionheart and such, very old graves too, some were about 700 years old even. Best was the Poet's corner with Chaucer's tomb and many other an important writer.
Tower bridge and Tower of London were a bit of a let down because I got there too late to get in and the Eye of London was a complete ripoff at 15 quid, sure the view was pretty, but damn not for that price eh.
It's also impressively difficult to find a place of tea buying and drinking when you don't know what to look for and just randomely blunder around trying to look like you know what you're doing. It also makes your legs very very sore in the evening … damn walking.
