I was in Hong Kong when I uploaded the pictures of
London so I didn’t really have time to write this article properly. A “Amazing city, stunning people,
nice strangers, wonderful room mates, craziest parties, cozy pubs, disgusting
food.” to describe this trip is far from enough, so
here’s the details for the curious ones.
I was very lucky during the flight Stockholm-London; I’ve
never seen such cleaned Ryanair windows and the weather was stunning (until we
came to Great Britain..) so I could take pictures with my camera.
When I landed I met Ellinor and Sara who took me directly to
a dinner at some French guys place, which turned quite funny. Then Ellinor had
to go home because of her job, so me and Sara decided to hit the rainy streets
of London, which turned even more fun. We didn’t know any club to go to so we
asked some guys who took us to a place called Russian Bar; Empty Bar would be a
more appropriate name… So we decided to go out again and drunk some beers under
the only roof we found… behind containers. Katarina and Ebba, some Swedish hotties, joined us in our
trashedies.
The day after that Sara and me got lost in this beautiful
pittoresque somewhere on our way back home. After a few hours of walking,
asking people how to get to our place we finally got home and ate tortellinis
with cream; never again. When we got the energy we needed we went to Bricklane
to meet Antonina, a friend of Sara, sat at this café which seems to be the
Hipster Meeting Place, but still it was cozy and they make good Burgers. Then
we bought some beers and drunk it in a park (and I hurt myself trying to open
the beer can, the paleness of my skin makes such a contrast with the red, which
I found quite esthetic so I took a picture of it. tumblr ruined my lyf).
That evening there was a party at Dalston
Superstore which some of our room mates said we should miss. We drunk som beers
at our place with Naomi, Dara Ellinor, Stacey and Sara and went to DSP. That
night, the batteries of my camera died and I had no adapter to recharge it so I
couldn’t take any pictures, anyways the only thing we did was shopping and
crrrazy partying.
For Sara’s last day in London we decided to go to
Camden and the evening we “pub crowled” on Kingsland Highstreet with Jack who I
talked about in the previous article.
The day after I took a coffee at Fika, a Swedish coffee shop
in Bricklane with Ebba after looking for work in every Bricklane shop, without
success. Then I met Azur, a friend I met at the French School of Stockholm. She
took me to the Pub she works at in Hampstead. I really felt like in an little
village’s pub; everyone knew each other and spend good times together though
they all were totally different. Azur’s friends ordered this ball which I don’t
remember the name. Anyways it’s a sausage ball with an egg in it. Apparently
people eat it with mustard… I will never understand English food taste.
Directly after I met the incredible roommates at a vintage
shop party, the drinks weren’t that good and quite expensive, so I went to a
corner shop and bought a beer. When I came back in the shop everyone was
gone, I had no phone so I tried to find
an underground station to get to Kingland Highstreet where I supposed they
were. But in the streets someone told me I should go with them to Larry Tees
birthday party at a club called East Bloc, they got me in for free and left me
there. When I came in I met Leah, who I met this summer at a festival, I also
met Marine who works for Boy London at S!ck, who recognized me because I had
been in the shop earlier that day. I felt that London maybe wasn’t that big,
but thank the lord, it saved my night.
I got home again in the morning and found Ellinor writing on
her diary above my “room” we talked about our night and then I got to Camden again.
This place is just amazing, it’s a must visit in London if you like second hand
shops, markets, Asian food, English underground shoes, rave clothes and crowded
places.
I continued my shopping day in Bricklane where I met Marine
again with her friend called Victor. I got tired because of my
one-week-of-almost-no-sleeping so I got home and had my first night at home.
My last day in London I slept all the hours I missed and got
to Camden (again) where I met Katarina and Ebba. We got to a pub called Lock tavern,
a perfect place to take a beer with some friends, especially in the summer on
their terrace. Then I met Jonna and Elina, two other Swedish hotties I met
randomly in the streets, who I actually met at a Emmabodafestivalen in Sweden a
few months before. We joined Jack at The Alibi where I papparazzed Jack and
Elina during what seemed to be a very interesting, and Julia posing with my
wannabe Kurt Cobainish faux-fur coat. Then a dog came in the club, which Jack
and I apparanetly found more interesting that talking with da gurlz.
Then I slept a few hours, quickly packed my things, took
picture of the beautiful street I lived in and got to the airport where I cried
seven oceans because I already missed London. And here comes the bad moment of
this trip : while I was listening to music and making a facebook status about
how fun I had in London and how much I would miss it the Police caucht my
attention, they were interviewing all the persons with African or Middle East
appearance, which quite chocked me, and then they came to me too and asked the
same stupid questions as when you want to travel in the. It made me quite angry
but I kept da pokerface and finally got back to Stockholm.
