Another chapter of our odyssey comes to an end.
After a few days we began to settle in bed and breakfast where we were, in the more remote south London, had in fact known to share with other Italians abandoned misadventures (many) and rewards (a few).
At 10 pm on a dark and dreary day we went to reception to renew the night, as we had already done two times before. To our amazement we were told that the bed and breakfast was completely full and that the following morning by the 11 we had to leave.
Afflicted, we looked at slides Italians, already imagining the cold in the middle of a road. As we would find another place in a few hours and to carry it all? The clock is ticking and we had to find a solution soon.
Like the best British, we decided to talk about it calmly in front of a beer, so as to reflect more clearly.
Fortunately, a few miles from us, stood an imposing another bed and breakfast, run by Indians and populated by Africans who accepted us with love as adopted children. After two trips on foot to carry our heavy luggage (mostly useless) and three narrow flights of stairs (no lift) we were able to take possession of our new home.
Four days in that room temper the mind and body.
Yesterday, the last night, moderately happy for our upcoming re-start, we decided to go early to bed. In the middle of the night, we heard the order:
- two women who came back drunk and fell in the hallway cursing
- a rapper, drunk, coming back listening to loud hip hop music
- two Algerian wives who insulted in French for at least hour
We tried to scream even with all the strength we had in the lungs:
"OH NO MORE!" but no one listened.
Here we are in today.
This morning we are exhausted but excited to get to our new accommodation, perhaps the definitive one.
arrived, and we go there to welcome Zed, one of our roommates.
An adorable cat. Zed
we immediately took a liking and keeps us company, but, speaking in English, we put the record straight immediately establishing who is boss. Us.
At this point we begin to clean and organize our room, unpack our clothes, now reduced to rags, after days and days rolled in a suitcase.
While we finish the last things, with Zed bouncing around us happy, do check out our friend on the bed
"What is that yellow stain?"
Quell'adorabile little bastard there was pissed on bed. Welcome
here, Italians.
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