Madeira

So today is I-have-nothing-to-do-Friday. So you get two updates of my adventures in ponderland today.

This morning I checked out of my hostel, together with the Swedish girl who suddenly rushed off to some mysterious job she wasn't willing to talk about.
So I walked through London on my own. ALL OF IT. The WHOLE of London. For 1 1/2 hours! (My back laughs at me for telling SHAD that it was strong and healthy...)
I asked for a bed for the night at 5 (!) hostels, which were all booked out and was already getting used to the thought of sleeping in a cardboard box in Soho Square, when finally the 6th hostel had a bed for me. For 23 quid a night with breakfast. That's alright, I think. Cause it is a nice hostel with a bar and a pool table and a TV room that looks like an old wooden court room.

It's right at King's Cross, but I couldn't check in yet, I'll have to come back after 2.30pm. So I started walking around in search for a nice cafe with free Wifi. I found one!

-> I am currently in the second place that will go on my list of "Places to avoid in London". It is the downstairs seating area of the Madeira Cafe at King's Cross. They do have free wifi, but I feel a bit like in a prison cell, only there's no bed. And no barred windows, cause there's no windows at all. Only two grey pictures of fog, to cheer up the customers. I have been sipping at my cup of tea for about an hour now. It is horrible tea (and I must know, I am almost English now). I want beer. I want Gabby to be here (well not here, but maybe somewhere nice, with me) to rant at life's wrongness with me and celebrate the goodness of it. She is good at ranting and celebrating.

I have to go now. This place is too depressing.