Well, I am for your channel:) Getting to the UK it took me far too much time - but that sometimes happens when men customs officers on the Polish - German are overzealous (Well, as it may just be that fresh European Union citizens as an effective disincentive to the entry into its territory. I of course, showed a complete lack of culture - 5 km German - Polish border we were directed to the parking of cars of the German "ZOLL" and there was all of our bus went through exactly. Ba, in order that only the bus: (Not so good! My barely buckled suitcase was opened violently, and Mrs customs officer between the clothes and buried in search of contraband cosmetics: D Good one!! Anyway, after 2 hours they let us kindly. But the passage through the Canal was very happy - I showed you my passport, was "thank you" and so passport control. I also got to wonder drilling techniques in the form of Eurotunnel:) I guess after all is pleasant sail by ferry, but the tunnel is faster. When we were late but rather 1.5 hours on the ferry would no longer be a total defeat.
So I came to London, tired but happy. Get off at Victoria I felt like at home - familiar places, familiar red double deckery:) and at least I knew where I have to go visit: D The British were so kind that helped me lug it terribly heavy suitcase up the stairs in the subway:) I'm staying dear Eve. I left our luggage and headed to the city:) It feels good, as far as the city and come back different memories. I was in my pub, "White Lion", unfortunately, survived the shock associated with the small change of personnel and style. I watched Criminal Sweden - The Netherlands, drank beer with Lucas and we went to look for Kaz - my menadzerki. You have to admit, now ruled by a pub where you are quite tasteful, with flowers and stained glass windows. Even glad that I saw. That evening, sat almost 3 am, but no longer with Kaz, but with Eve and Martin. It was nice to see them both:)
arrived on Sunday in Cardiff. First impression - moved back to Plymouth. The same atmosphere, same widoczki to kilometers cottages, szeregowek, differing only in tone elevation. The city has welcomed me with rain i. .. shouting, "Stepien, well get off at last!". To Justin - my friend from college, who is here since January. Depriving me of the station and was strongly zniecierpliwona fact that this will stumble. If she knew how much my bag weighs ... :) This is the case with her przemieszkuje:) I have different impressions, mixed. Probably very strongly influences the gripes Natalia that there was supposed to be different. She was probably too high expectations, completely inappropriate for the reality of the British. It seemed to her that will arrive on Saturday and Monday will go to work and will work 50 hours a week to earn mass quid. And beginnings are always slow the first few weeks are so that an employer has checked and found you, are you know at work. So far, I try to look at everything in a sober measure. Today I was in several agencies, tomorrow I need you to do a rally after the pubs, etc. pubuch should be fine - at least I'm quite a positive attitude. If you do not - always remains an option in London. However, I hope that everything will work out well.
Flee to the house, because I'm hungry. I am here 17 on the clock, and since all of a sudden one morning I ate a tiny toast with jam and a few fruits.
greet and kiss tight
/ J /
ps. Moms, do not worry about me:) will be good:)
ps2. Younger, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow I will let you know if it's worth coming here:) but I think you should be fine, rather, our holiday plans will not change, so I start to pack :)
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