Day 18: Alarms to moan about
I opened my eyes. The sun was streaming through the blinds so I figured it must've been fairly late in the day. What had awoken me? I let my eyes rest again but they split open when I heard it. A faint noise, coming from beyond the walls, directly to my left - perhaps about 2 metres away from me. The voice of a lady with an English accent exclaiming for John repeatedly. I could not go back to sleep. I was paralysed in my spot and didn't dare make a noise, but managed to fiddle about to grab my ear plugs, and put on some sweet Bob Dylan.
I walked over 2 kilometres in search for a Korean restaurant.
Here's an advice: don't get on an express train that skips stations, if you wanted to get off at one of those stations it skips. I was 45 minutes late in meeting Peter for dinner. It all worked out in the end. I couldn't get in contact with him, but I heard these two girls talking (clearly with a New Zealand accent) and so I approached them and asked to borrow their phone so I could let Peter know. We never questioned each other where we were from. We just knew. It was a nice moment.
I walked over 2 kilometres in search for a Korean restaurant.
Here's an advice: don't get on an express train that skips stations, if you wanted to get off at one of those stations it skips. I was 45 minutes late in meeting Peter for dinner. It all worked out in the end. I couldn't get in contact with him, but I heard these two girls talking (clearly with a New Zealand accent) and so I approached them and asked to borrow their phone so I could let Peter know. We never questioned each other where we were from. We just knew. It was a nice moment.
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