Last year a friend and I
went on a trip to London.
I always wanted to come
back to London. I love the city and I enjoyed every moment of it. It
was the first time I went somewhere without my parents and it was
like an adventure!
The first hindrance my friend and I had to
overcome was at the airport at home. We didn't know that we had to
have a written permission from our parents that allowed us to leave
the country. I nearly had a heart attack back then. I thought I
couldn't even fly over to England. But thankfully the two lovely men
at the service point just called our parents and they said it was
okay.
And so our little adventure began!
We landed and successfully found the correct bus that would take us to Baker Street. Like the little Sherlock Holmes fan I am I was really excited about our destination. We took the underground and arrived at the station closest to our hostel.
It was kinda hard to find it though. There was a giant construction site and that made it really stressful to find the way to the right road.
But we found it at least!
We just put our stuff in our room and wanted to go and explore the city.
I have to say that I have never seen a smaller room. It was barely big enough for the bunk bed that filled more than half the room.
We visited so many places and of course went shopping for a bit.
