For some people a week without posting a blogpost
doesn't seem that long, but since I was really on a roll with posting the last
couple of months I wanted to write this little post. The past eight days have
been very adventurous for me, so let's start at the beginning.
My laptop sort of died. It's
getting repaired at the moment, but I don't know in what
condition it will be when I get it back. I don't have any access to my
documents, photos and editing software, so posting on YouTube and my blog is quite
difficult. I haven't posted a video on my YT channel in weeks and I really do
apologize for that.
I was also very busy with finishing portfolios for
uni, which abruptly stopped because my laptop died. I had to let it
go and accept that it was out of my control and I couldn't hand in any
portfolios.
On Monday I also started with my new internship. I am
the new online intern for Fashionista magazine. It's a Dutch magazine that's
all about fashion, beauty, lifestyle etc. I just finished my first week and I
really enjoyed it a lot. I will be here for six months, which is quite a long
time, but this is really what I hope to do in the future, so I can't wait to
experience it all!
Since I don't go on holiday I did manage
to squeeze in a trip to London. It was a one-day trip with the bus
and my friend and I have been looking forward to it for months. We knew that we
wouldn't get much sleep and traveling by bus sucks, but we knew that once we
were there everything was alright, but we never thought that our trip would be
as bad as it was.
I won't tell everything in detail because it's quite a
long story, but if you've been following the news you know that it's quite a
mess in Calais, France. We were traveling by bus from Amsterdam to Calais, went
through the Eurotunnel and then traveled to London.
We had a three hour delay in Calais, because there
were some things going on with the migrants that are staying there. When we
were finally in London, traffic was crazy, which caused more delay, so in the
end we were five hours late. Our morning of 'going for breakfast, chilling a
bit and being on time at the Oxford Street Primark' went to grabbing something
to eat at Prêt A Manger, running to the Underground, getting a tube to Marble
Arch and going to Primark as fast as we could.
Then we went from shop to shop. I bought some amazing
things at Primark, Boots, Topshop and many more places. We went for lunch at
The Breakfast Club in Soho, which was supposed to be our breakfast spot in the morning,
but oh well berry pancakes in the afternoon sounds pretty good to me. At that
time we already heard some things about employees going on a strike in Calais,
but we had no idea if this was true.
After shopping some more we had a quick break. We were
both tired and I was sipping on my pink lemonade in EAT while we were trying to
find a Wi-Fi connection. Then we heard the worst news ever. My friend’s dad
Whats Apped us saying that he called the company in Amsterdam and they said
nothing is going to Calais. No train, no boat, nothing.
We immediately rushed to Victoria Coach station to find out more
information and a woman, who was not very helpful, said that nothing was going
to Amsterdam until July 2th. We had no idea what to do and we
couldn't stay in London. I HAD to be back on July 2th for my internship and my
friend also just really wanted to leave.
At an Ed's Easy Diner we talked about it and we both
decided that booking a plane ticket was the best option. Her dad booked two
tickets from London South End to Amsterdam for us and after a really quick and
rushed dinner we went back to Primark to buy a suitcase, before we went to
Liverpool Street Station to take the train to South End.
After a one-hour train journey we arrived there and we
were happy that we were finally able to sort of sleep, but then we heard that
the airport closes from 11pm to 4am. We basically waited 3,5 hours on a bench
outside the airport, made ourselves look a bit more presentable in the airport
toilets, applied lots of concealer to hide the ‘‘designer’’ bags under our eyes,
checked in, ate something, almost fell asleep at the airport and then we flew
back to Amsterdam. I can't remember much of this flight. I woke up twice
thinking 'oooh this is a good Instagram opportunity', took some photos and then
fell back to sleep.
Back home, I fell asleep like an angel. I had been
awake for 33 hours, so I basically slept non-stop for 18 hours. Then my alarm
went off at 06:30AM saying that it was time for me to go to my internship.
It was really THE WORST TRIP EVER, but I did manage to
buy some amazing things. Now that I look back on it I only remember the nice
bits like: finally being in London, hearing the typical 'mind the gap' sentence
in the Underground, walking on Oxford Street and eating yummy pancakes at The
Breakfast Club. I just don't really feel like I was there. 3/4 of the trip was
just being stressed, sleep-deprived and sweaty, because it was soooo hot that
day. I do plan to go back later this year. Not for one day, but for a long
weekend or something.
When I get my laptop back I will get back on track
with things. I am planning on filming a London Haul and there are a few London
posts on its way. Just stay tuned! :)
X Marjolein
This sounds awful! I'm glad you got some nice items but imagine if you had been stuck here for nearly a month! I'm glad you got back safely.
ReplyDeleteLucy x- Yellowicing
Yeah I'm also very happy to be back! :) X
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