Originally I had planned to take Muna to the Comedy Night at The Empire the night that we went to Dublin when we got back. However, we ended up catching the 10pm bus back to Belfast so that didn’t really work out. It was alright, but Muna didn’t get to see that much of Belfast, physically or culturally. We got back super tired around midnight and just went to bed. The next day we woke up way too early and spent at least an hour or so packing up the rest of my room and getting ready to check out and get to Belfast City Airport. A small regret was we were going to go have a quick drink in the famous Crown Royal pub but we thought we were running late and wanted to have enough time to get to the airport. Stupid us, the bus ride was literally 10 minutes and we totally would have had time. :( that sucked. But oh well.
As we landed in the middle of nowhere airport, Stansted, we didn’t have a place to stay yet. Jamuna’s friend from college was supposed to maybe put us up but she never actually asked her. She was planning that a small hint that we didn’t have anywhere booked to stay would be sufficient to get us a couch. Well, conveniently, her friends’ phone wasn’t working or something and she wasn’t answering. We got on an hourish bus that takes you into the city with no idea where we were going. As we came into the city we passed some shady looking neighborhoods and my sister and I agreed to just stay on the bus as long as possible. When we finally got to Victoria Station we noticed most people getting off so we decided to get off to. Luckily, I am a rather bold person and I randomly asked this girl I had overheard talking on the bus where she was staying in a nice and conversational way like this “ hey, so I see your backpacking to, what hostel are you staying at?” and after she told us I simply asked “do you mind if we follow you? We have no where to stay tonight”. Mind you, it was like 11 pm. I realize now that that could be seen as slightly creepy… lol but at least she was super nice and we followed her to her hostel where we booked for the night. The place ended up being a pretty high ranked hostel; the beds were nice but the bathrooms gross. We ended up staying there the whole time we were in London which ended up being slightly spendy but we met a couple cool people and got pointed in the right direction for the free London tour. We did this nearly 3 hour walking tour where we got to see most of the city and then randomly found this awesome BBQ place where we ate dinner. Inside this restaurant there was a funny statue worth mentioning that was of a cow that had a sign “imprinted” on him that said “eat pork” lol. We got a kick out of it. The next day I don’t really remember what we did with the day but the next notable thing we chose to do was go to this speakeasy pub called Milk and Honey. It’s a super exclusive and underground bar. Jamuna had planned on going there as one of the main things she wanted to do as there is one in New York and also she had been recommended to go by many of her friends. It ended up being on the same random street that our BBQ place had been on but it was unmarked and hidden behind a black door that just looked like a garage or an empty building. It was crazy! I have never been somewhere like that. The theme is “prohibition bar” where the waiters and bartenders still where white shirts, and black pants with suspenders (so cute!). They have some of the best bartenders in all of London and let me tell you, the drinks were pretty amazing. The less amazing part was that the bill ended up being 80 bucks. It didn’t seem bad because it was only 45 pounds or something like that but it converted poorly that day. We were still happy we got to go there though. That was the last notable thing we did in London. After spending the evening with Muna’s friend who finally called us back and still didn’t offer a place to stay, we got a different hotel by the airport to get ready to get on the plane and fly to Paris! The hotel was the same price as the hostel we had been staying at but nicer. But of course, sadly, for some reason our internet wouldn’t work just in our room. So naturally we were unable to book where we were staying in Paris and got the plane without somewhere to stay again… At this point it was June 12th and we finally reached mainland Europe :)
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