Nothing beats a rebel… 

… even the (British) Empire 😉 

My last minutes in London were full of running: I keep forgetting that there’s a long way between the security check and gates which usually ends in me panicking and running towards the gate. It seems that this is my personal Stansted Tradition®. 
See you, London! I’ll miss you! 

Boeing 737-800 is ready to depart. 

Mind The Gap

It seems that London is not happy about me leaving. It swallowed my Oyster Card on my way to Victoria Coach Station. So if you find one on a Central line train or a Victoria line train with about 8 pounds of credit – your next ride is on me. 

And how come the weather today is gorgeous? I’m not a fan of bus photos, but you should see what I’m talking about. 

Could this sky be any bluer?

And in about 7 hours I’ll be in Poland with all its snow and temperature close to 10 degrees Celsius below zero… 

Spoilers

Remember how I said I didn’t mind rain? Well, now I do. My shoes are soaked, I’m soaked, where is my lovely snow, I miss it. 

It’s raining so hard that my phone’s touchscreen is failing. This is why this photo is so blurry.

I spent my (early) morning watching the telly (because apparently, you don’t watch TV in London ;)) and trying to avoid BBC Sherlock spoilers. At which I failed. But I’m blaming the telly, the presenter said there wouldn’t be any spoilers and then showed a clip that was Sherlock’s equivalent of “I’m your father, Luke.”

Now I’m on my way to a study meeting with a friend. Which reminds me: I forgot his rice tea! Fortunately, I brought it with me to London but it’s sitting comfortably on the shelf under the telly. (This is to remind me to bring it with me next time we meet!) 

Victoria :) 

I’m in London. It’s raining. Who would have thought… ? 😉 

Anyway, it’s nice to be back. Everything is so familiar, even the rain. I’m taking Victoria line to Oxford Circus Station (not my favorite line but I really like OC Station) and then Central line to Northolt Station. As always, I keep forgetting that Brits call subway the tube/underground. So confusing. 
(But it’s not cold, the weather is perfect for my not-winter-shoes!) 

WMI > STN

Or: I’m traveling again (though this time it’s a really short trip to London: Sunday to Thursday). 

I was told that weather in London is quite depressing: cold and rainy (what’s new? ;)) but I’m really tired of this winter-y winter we have in Poland*, so I’m looking forward to this change. 

My city yesterday (14/01/2017)

My flight is in an hour and I’ve been waiting on this (small and crowded) airport for some time, which means I’m really bored and have nothing to do. I should be learning as I have lots of homework due Friday but this airport isn’t a good place for such things (not enough space for passengers and only two tiny coffee places). Plus, I’m yet to discover a good method for learning hiragana and katakana without writing individual chars. I feel like my mind is too old for that 😉 

Oh, it’s snowing (AGAIN) outside. 

There is this one thing I love about airports (apart from the name: air port – how cool is that?!): number of different languages you can hear in an hour, just sitting there and waiting for your flight. I especially like hearing languages I don’t recognize (= not European). If I were an extrovert, I would make a list of all languages and then try to ‘collect’ the ones I heard by asking ppl speaking in something I don’t recognize about their language/dialect. But I’m not, so I’ll stick to guessing (and occasionally trying to take a peek at someone’s passport). 

*This MIGHT have something to do with the fact that my fav winter shoes got destroyed by a train few weeks ago and all my other shoes are really uncomfortable. 

Stayin’ Alive

So I was going through some photos and I found this (taken in Kyoto):

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Pension Mind Games, Kyoto

I bet this is where Moriarty spends his vacation (does he even have vacation?).

moriarty

But seriously, I would love to know more about the reason behind this name. It seems like something was lost in translation, but I might be wrong. I’ve never made an overnight stop in Kyoto, so maybe someday I’ll stay there and ask 🙂

Also: Japan>Poland jet lag isn’t that draining. Japan>Poland weather change is a bit more challenging, but it’s all right. I’m stayin’ alive 😉

Hello, Europe! 

Within one hour of landing in Paris I had to change into jeans and a hoodie. It’s not cold (not really), but my organism thinks it is and refuses to remember that 20 degrees Celsius is my favorite temperature. 

And I’m still astonished by the fact that everything around here is in French and airport personnel doesn’t know English. This is so weird. 

As is my pronunciation: my English got so Japanesed that I asked for “orangu juicu” and didn’t even notice. (As you might know, Japanese have trouble with words that end in consonants so they add “u” /oo/ or “o” /o/ when pronouncing them: like kissu instead of kiss or pointo cardo instead of point card.)