Took about 3 hours via the trains from Gent to The Hague. We stayed in StayOkay Hostels & got a room to ourselves with ensuite & balcony for the same price as a dorm room for two!
We walked around the town aimlessly but happily and found a Sunday market & some tasty sandwiches before catching up with Phil Topsahalidis, who'd moved there a few months prior for a eftpos security job in Delft. Had a great time catching up over 9% beers & chuckling at S.Cathies recent adventures!
Before we let Phil go home I forced him to find me a coffee-shop to buy a joint. I had that 'When in Rome' feeling, until I started smoking it of course! Was still good though but said our goodbyes and bought some Capsalon before bed. Capsalon is basically the innards of a kebab served on a bed of chips.
I was really keen to go to the Escher museum the next day until we realised it is closed on Mondays... So instead we bought the strange 'sausage' rolls with sauce inside them & headed to the beach on Tram 1. Spent the afternoon walking the beach, headed back to city centre where Laura instantly got hungry and couldn't find something healthy to eat. Sorted that out and sat with a beer reading The Martian (great book).
Afterwards we met my old Europe pal Avnert @ his favourite pub 'Huppel the Pub'. Stayed out til 11.30 with him and his friends before going home. Pub was great, lots of specialty beers on tap and we'd arrived on 'from-the-record' night where locals come & play their favourite records.
On the 6th we said goodbye to the mainland, or maybe that should be 'see you later'... Anyway, caught a ferry from the Hook of Holland and made our way to London via a train, train, ferry & bus. Took about 10-12 hours all up. Got to watch Antman in the ferry-cinema, pretty average, corny superhero movie.
We arrived into a rainy London & to our YHA Hostel near St. Pauls Cathedral which had about 100 Matthew Flinders students blocking every corridor & stairwell. Laura & I both copped loud snorers in our rooms. Mine was so bad at one point around 3AM an English fella yelled 'For FUCK's SAKE would ya SHUT IT!!'. On he went snoring. The beds in the hostel were also stacked wierdly so most people didn't know how to get in and out of bed (see image below). Also had an Irish bloke ask me the time @ 7.30am using his outside voice haha.
Thank god we were only staying there until our train to Oxford the next day!
We walked around the town aimlessly but happily and found a Sunday market & some tasty sandwiches before catching up with Phil Topsahalidis, who'd moved there a few months prior for a eftpos security job in Delft. Had a great time catching up over 9% beers & chuckling at S.Cathies recent adventures!
Before we let Phil go home I forced him to find me a coffee-shop to buy a joint. I had that 'When in Rome' feeling, until I started smoking it of course! Was still good though but said our goodbyes and bought some Capsalon before bed. Capsalon is basically the innards of a kebab served on a bed of chips.
I was really keen to go to the Escher museum the next day until we realised it is closed on Mondays... So instead we bought the strange 'sausage' rolls with sauce inside them & headed to the beach on Tram 1. Spent the afternoon walking the beach, headed back to city centre where Laura instantly got hungry and couldn't find something healthy to eat. Sorted that out and sat with a beer reading The Martian (great book).
Afterwards we met my old Europe pal Avnert @ his favourite pub 'Huppel the Pub'. Stayed out til 11.30 with him and his friends before going home. Pub was great, lots of specialty beers on tap and we'd arrived on 'from-the-record' night where locals come & play their favourite records.
On the 6th we said goodbye to the mainland, or maybe that should be 'see you later'... Anyway, caught a ferry from the Hook of Holland and made our way to London via a train, train, ferry & bus. Took about 10-12 hours all up. Got to watch Antman in the ferry-cinema, pretty average, corny superhero movie.
We arrived into a rainy London & to our YHA Hostel near St. Pauls Cathedral which had about 100 Matthew Flinders students blocking every corridor & stairwell. Laura & I both copped loud snorers in our rooms. Mine was so bad at one point around 3AM an English fella yelled 'For FUCK's SAKE would ya SHUT IT!!'. On he went snoring. The beds in the hostel were also stacked wierdly so most people didn't know how to get in and out of bed (see image below). Also had an Irish bloke ask me the time @ 7.30am using his outside voice haha.
Thank god we were only staying there until our train to Oxford the next day!
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