Day 19: Roots
I was going to check out of my single room (too expensive). The hotel owner asked where I was from and I told him. Then came the question, "OK cool. Where are you REALLY from?"
I told him Korea and it turned out he needed a reference from a Korean person so someone he knew could get admitted into a Korean University. He showed me the e-mail, and if it's the case, this University needs to get their shit together because that's a bullshit rule. Maybe I should've helped him, but I felt I hadn't been helped much on my stay, so I told a fib and told him I didn't have a Korean passport and that I couldn't read/write Korean. I feel bad on hindsight.
James and Locher were at the Victoria & Albert Museum so I met up with them. It's great when people are so consistent. Locher hasn't changed a bit. James took me around to Camden Markets, which was littered with cool little markets. But not just produce and little bitsy markets, they were like opshops that were scattered in a concentrated area, but not in buildings. I splurged on some very good buys - a shirt, jumper and jacket.
A beer was shared with old mate James where we yarned and reminisced about old times, as well as being excited for what was to come. It's a rare thing having people to connect with about things from such a long time ago. They'll remember things about you that you didn't even know yourself. It's something to appreciate.
Then came dinner with Peter and Nathan Deacon, who I hadn't seen since my soccer days. That was great (except my dinner sucked and I had mad food envy) because afterwards we went for a walk around the river Thames and I got to see all the landmarks and stuff that I wasn't really intending on seeing. It was well worth it. I was blown away. London has truly won me over.
I told him Korea and it turned out he needed a reference from a Korean person so someone he knew could get admitted into a Korean University. He showed me the e-mail, and if it's the case, this University needs to get their shit together because that's a bullshit rule. Maybe I should've helped him, but I felt I hadn't been helped much on my stay, so I told a fib and told him I didn't have a Korean passport and that I couldn't read/write Korean. I feel bad on hindsight.
James and Locher were at the Victoria & Albert Museum so I met up with them. It's great when people are so consistent. Locher hasn't changed a bit. James took me around to Camden Markets, which was littered with cool little markets. But not just produce and little bitsy markets, they were like opshops that were scattered in a concentrated area, but not in buildings. I splurged on some very good buys - a shirt, jumper and jacket.
A beer was shared with old mate James where we yarned and reminisced about old times, as well as being excited for what was to come. It's a rare thing having people to connect with about things from such a long time ago. They'll remember things about you that you didn't even know yourself. It's something to appreciate.
Then came dinner with Peter and Nathan Deacon, who I hadn't seen since my soccer days. That was great (except my dinner sucked and I had mad food envy) because afterwards we went for a walk around the river Thames and I got to see all the landmarks and stuff that I wasn't really intending on seeing. It was well worth it. I was blown away. London has truly won me over.
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