London

I was constantly confronted with problems on the way to London. To start with I bought a train ticket in Santa Apolonia for the ride to Oriente. And the conductor I asked whether it was the right train or not told me I could not go. But I told him I have a ticket and I need to go. Otherwise I would miss my bus and the plane in Santiago. But he did not show any sign of understanding. So I asked him several times why I could not go until he finally said I could try it with the ticket collector. Who let me hop on in the ultimate second. Then at Oriente the ticket office of Alsa was already closed. So those guys I asked for the way told me I had to go tomorrow. But then I talked to the bus conductor who finally let me go. Later I had to purchase a ticket in Porto at around 2 am and then we arrived at 5am. It was so freaking cold. So I had a coffee and read Einstein before I took a nap in the bus station. Finally the nice guy from the bike shop brought me and
my belongings to the airport. But in London it was really a problem to get the big pack with my bike to the house of the Swiss pastor with whom I am staying because no one had the proper tools to put it together.

But finally I am here:) My first impression is that London is not that big and the people were so friendly until now. Many gave me a hand and a group of roamers helped me with the way. Now I am super tempted to go to see the Montain Goats who are playing in London today. But I better save the money:(