Okay, time for some blogging. I’ve now been in England for 2 weeks, out of which 1 night in London. This time, compared to 2010 when I went to the capital for holiday and it was awesome, it was…not my most impressive experience. It turned out to be somewhat difficult to find a place which was night open to wait at, and when I finally did this oddball of a lady was speaking about her mother’s sore throat with me…for four hours. No offence to people who are talkative but, ugh. After the night I finally managed to get to the Euston station, where the train was waiting, left on time, and arrived on time. The Swedish railways have so much to learn for the UK. Due to my early arrival in Wolverhampton (8-ish, after two hours of sleeping on the train) I couldn’t check in to the hotel yet, so five more hours of walking around without any real plans until 13 and finally got some sleep after 30+ hours awake. I stayed 5 nights at this hotel while I managed to fix my accommodation, the enrolment and most importantly got a hang of the city.  It is very many bricks. But the University seems fine and I think I can really come to like it. Though I must add, when I stepped of the train my first thought was “Why the HELL did I want to go here?”


 - Hotel room

So, after speaking with the accommodation service which was very helpful I moved in to my room, in a corridor which was empty. For days. The exact amount of 5 days I lived somewhat isolated in the room, because hey, I had explored the centre, no school activated yet, no dorm mates… internet, I was so happy to have you. However the day before the school’s welcome meeting one other girl, which I have not seen since, moved in to my delight.

 - Dorm room
   

At this welcome meeting (which wasn’t  anything special at all.), the first thing I hear is my own language. I’m now very glad to have my new acquaintances Helen and Jimmy to attack the English culture with, which is very much needed because there are some  culture clashes to be expected. Like how the tap water tastes chloride, the lamps lit up by pulling strings, the penny system, transportation systems, the fact that they only sell fried chicken in the supermarket … it is similar but you know, not quite THE SAME!

The first trip outside Wolverhampton was the 21th, when we travelled by bus for about 1 hour to Stratford-upon-Avon, known for the birthplace of a bloke called William Shakespear, you might have heard of him? It was an adorable place, as you picture UK to be with little cafés and pubs. We kicked off right away in the awful weather, windy and cold, for a 2 hours guided tour about Shakespear  and the town itself (as well as an definition between city, village and town) we hurried into a cozy restaurant before we froze the toes off. Fabulous food later we strolled around the charming streets to various stores, before finding and equally cozy café with equally fabulous offers (we hit the jackpots of food places I dare say!) before getting on the bus and back home.

 '- Hamlet, Jimmy and Helen

    
- The Garrick - A candy store - The Stratford theather - W.S. Birthplace


- awesome little store which sold butterbeer and only played Harry Potter Music <3

 

- FIKA!

So in conclusion, after an annoying night and many dull days the university life is finally starting, and it seems like it’s going to be some great months here in England <3