It would seem that the planets have started to align themselves above the skies over Hammersmith, and things are starting to fall into place.
The day before last, Caitlin and I made friends with a traveller from Edmonton, Alberta (my old stomping ground), and spent half the day with her at the ever so impressive British Museum. Although we didn't know Vi's name until the end of the day when we got her e-mail over a hot-dog in a nearby park, it was kinda nice to traipse through the Ancient Egypt, Rome and Greece exhibits (although I think she enjoyed it more than we did- wanting to start a guided tour a bit after 3pm when we just wanted to get out of there).
The most important thing to note was the mummified corpse of Cleopatra of Thebes, which was in one of the Ancient Egypt domains. Personally, I just wanted to go straight to Level 3 and look at the European and Celtic exhibits (when in Rome...or London as it may be), and would have been happy to bypass all the other stuff. And it was a shame that by the time we got there, our brains were completely over-loaded, and we decided to bounce on out. However, it was good to try and occupy our selves, and pass the time, waiting to hear back from a share house we had gone to inspect, and were very interested in renting...
Caitlin and I had spent the previous Thurdsay looking at houses out in the South, particularly in the Clapham and Battersea areas. The third house we inspected was at 7 Cabul Road, Battersea- in response to an add we found on the GumTree website that had read "A Large room with two double beds for two chicks to move in".
The vibe at Cabul Road was good from the beginning- Chris (a kiwi) showed us through the house and commented that: a) He likes teachers & b) We didn't seem too strange (just you wait Chris...just you wait:)
It all looked good to us- slightly tired interior, and in need of a vacuum- double storey terrace, large kitchen, compact and clean bathroom, indeed there were two double beds in a spacious room which included cupboards, bookshelves and a full length mirror. Chris informed us that the other two 'flatties' were a girl from the Gold Coast, and another boy from Sydney; and the Brisbane bloke who currently rented the room (porn mags, spoons, scissors, lighters everywhere- the works) was being kicked out for not paying his rent. Chris asked us to have a think about it, and get back to him. We headed back to Clapham Junction, and kicked on back to Hammersmith, and over a 2 meals for £5 at Edwards pub, across for St. Christopher's Inn, we sent him a message to say that we were keen. We also decided to send an email saying that we'd like to come and meet the other housemates, if possible.
It was arranged that we would head back to Battersea on Monday night, around 7pm, to meet the other flatties- Rachel and Ben- and we were so nervous (much like getting a call back for a second interview/casting/audition), but it all went well, and after waiting through that painstaking Tuesday to hear back from them, we called on Wednesday to see what the go was, and it was sweet as- the room was ours, and we could definately move this Saturday. Yaaaa-hooo!
So it's fairwell for now Hammersmith (or what we refer to fondly as Hammered-smith).
You've been good to us this last week- but I can't honestly say I'm unhappy about moving on.
St. Christopher's Inn has been A1, and I feel compelled to write a sparkling review for it on the hostel world website, and will certainly stay at the other hostels they have in other parts of England and Europe. I've throughly enjoyed my daily, evening meal at Edward's Pub, and their cheap prices and drink deals- even though I think someone needs to point out to them that HP sauce is not Salsa. They are different products people! Further, had I stayed longer in the Hammersmith area, there was a risk I may have turned into one of those cursing, bitter peeps in the near-by internet cafe with the shoddy connection, or the constant sounds of ambulance, police and fire sirens going off 24/7 due to the proximity to nearby stations may have just done my head in completely.
But all's well that end's well.
(surely that's a traditional english quote?)
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