Leaving Las Leeds, Part Four

The travelling started on Tuesday. I'd been sleep deprived for over a week and still coming off a massive bender over the weekend. Time to get the train to London. Public transport with a 30kg snowboard bag, 20kg backpack and a "carry-on" bag is never fun. I managed to actually get to my train in time (after going in to uni, I just couldn't leave that easy). The train ride went by in flash of sleep. Now time to negotiate the London underground with my massive load of bags. I was in luck though since the train arrived at 4:20 and I managed to get across town before 5:00 and rush hour. It meant I was sitting in the tube station for a while waiting for Jules to finish work but I was quite happy to sit on my bags and chill out, watching all these commuters scurrying by just thinking that I was going to be snowboarding in a few weeks and they would still be scurrying around. Fresh powder runs here I come.

Jules finished work and we got my bags back to his place and I could finally rest a bit. But was it a hearty meal and early to bed? Almost, we had the hearty meal but I couldn't escape the inevitable leaving drinks. So a few drinks with the meal ( and with Jules involved you know there was Strongbow Super on the menu) and it was out to the local bar. Now this was no ordinary local bar. It was a tacky tiki bar. Perfect. Just the place you need as a local. They had all the bambo poles out and carved heads everywhere. We kicked back and enjoyed the oldies music. Sort of oldies beach rock with the local parent types dancing away on the danc floor in hawaiian shirt. And of course the required cocktails, all with beach names. The aruora bora boreallis, bahama mama, blue hawaiian the list went on. I actually managed to get away without drinking too much since it was a work night. But I still didn't really get the rest my body needed before battling the underground in full rush hour in the morning and of course a nice relaxing 18 hours of flighting.