June 8 - ; My personal hell
Alarm at 05:50. Breakfast, completed final preparations for departure at 07.15 from the airport of Bergamo Orio al Serio. So far, so good. The weather was good, little traffic, so much emotion and vain hopes of a peaceful arrival were well taken root. Unfortunately, the negative omens manifested themselves early, arrival at the airport already pointed out the delay of one hour of departure (from 10.00 to 11.05). "Well, never mind," said the young Boeotian in me "at least arrive at the same time with one another and do not have to wait." But alas, fate had decided that this trip to London, this short break I had the sweating! The wait elaborates: 11:05, 11:25, 11:45 .. So I decided to take a sandwich to quiet the guts to revolt, finding and then eating a kind of shoe sole cold that not even half the soup kitchen.
But, lo! After waiting unnerving borne only thanks to my trusty mp3 player, the boat started! Thus, still confident, trusting me sit down on the plane, trying to think that I would soon be reached.
Obviously not even to dream. Another hour of waiting on the plane has finally destroyed any hope my narrow, throw in the more total sfrustrazione spiced with profanity and curses.
Time of arrival: 11.00. Actual time of arrival: 15.15.
This alone would already be enough for anyone but, no, cruel fate had in mind for me much agony. Another hour waiting for my brave companions from Genoa (they too late) .. Another hour waiting for a bus that did not want to arrive on time to pick (run by Italians, I said it all) ... Estimated time of journey from airport to Victoria 75 minutes. Actual time: I lost count, however, cause more traffic Fantastic! And finally the arrival
, destroyed more than ever. Obviously we were not even half that just got out there waiting for a race to the photofinish to the subway trek to the hotel, lavaggio-trucco/parrucco-cambio clothes in record time and then off, off Piccadilly, da Costa quick dinner and then wait to see more pucci Puru's exit from the theater world. After training spy / stalker of the true tactical pucci Dappu, we position the various outputs, armed with digital cameras and various leaflets, the Kiappu comatose, waiting. Waiting punctuated by thugs more or less ridiculous than anything else to do but did not break the bales or piss on the doors. Obviously
pucci was released from the main entrance (I Dappu Kiappu were back in smadonnare), but fortunately was able to capture the Vappu in some way to the exit speed Light can, complete with a satanic-looking father on the back of the machine. The evening ended with .. I do not remember well, I just know that after the metro are collapsed on the bed (shaky) falling into a deep coma.
June 9 - My personal paradise
The day started with .. 06:00 basically, since the hotel room was not equipped with shutters but of thick curtains at the end did not need a tube because the light comes anyway. The morning started with a quick breakfast at Starbucks (aaadoroooooooo * O *! God goodness!) And then off to Camden Lock for a day of shopping! Beautiful market, but many so many little things interesting and fantastic to be taken .. Too bad that the books were not just to spend a lot, however they are satisfied with my booty! Then I Vippu Frappu and we return to Piccadilly to meet and have lunch with the other four infamous in the meantime had his ass to spot the entrance to the theater pucci Radcliffe (with his father after the course). The afternoon I Frappu Kiappu Vappu Soppu and do a little 'and the tourists go there to see the Tower of London, and especially (after paying an entrance fee that Salty is an understatement to call it) you rub your eyes at the sight of the crown jewels: it took nearly nearly sunglasses to watch ..! And then of course return to the hotel to get changed and run to the theater .. return, which of course could not be troubled: Oyster card in shock, fakers, crazy code for closing lines, in other words, we washed due to change in the make-up less than half an hour (but so much so, that I've got used to it). The excitement begins to be felt just inside the theater. Poor Frappu was sent to pigeonhole, but perhaps he had better luck than I do that for a moment I feared for my life when one of the beings of which I was depressurized has run off his shoes, that great lord ..!
However, each suffering was not in vain, because the show was FANTASTIC! I was amazed at the skill of the actors (Not that I expected the opposite), Richard Griffiths has the magnetism of the veteran on the stage and despite a moment of lucid deficiency of these days I have come to mind as you look like Mr. Anzai, I have to admit that he knew how to give a charm to Dysart incredible, as only a consummate actor and talented could do. Our young
pucci Daniel has shown maturity and skill: he played with such intensity that makes you forget your movies in which he plays Harry Potter. Gained is gained, even in physical muscolazzi that darted to and fro with every movement and, let us say, even when he was behind it was truly a beautiful sight! Light
apart, a praise to all those involved: the actors playing the parents goes all my admiration, because they have been able to represent them well! And the actress who played the part of Jill, really nice and good.
leaving we were all a bit 'breathless (Dappu poor, was already facing an early withdrawal symptoms! XD), but far from us move away before the actors, or at least one in particular. The sighting of the black BMW that was coming was a clear signal that we were in the right location, and just as we were wondering which side would come pucci, there he ran in front of us and had already risen! Take a little clap (just us) and a group of tin in hormonal crisis was thrown under the wheels of machine, to prevent the assault, and darted into the street risking half collision. And so the pucci disappeared on the horizon, while the parents quiet quiet (ultra smiling because from now on in the evening, stay at home in slippers and pajamas) came out on foot and bags in hand and went away blessed. Rest of us go back to the hotel scambiandonci the latest impressions on the show before a full immersion in the preparation of cases. Short stop at Kentucky Fried Chicken (tip: do not eat at midnight) for dinner and then some regards. The Vappu Soppu and are the first to leave because their clock is almost dawn. I collapse on the bed, ranting something that I can not remember well, maybe it was a crisis caused by hallucinogenic fried chicken, who knows ..
June 10 - The last farewell
day. Me and Vippu are left alone because the other if they are made off the first light of day, so we take it calmly. We decided to have breakfast outside, but who could know that Sunday morning SON ALL IN BED? The virtually deserted. The Starbucks near our hotel, despite the eight were to open in accordance with the timetable hanging out, it was still nice that closed. We then agreed to move towards Piccadilly Circus, given that there is a Starbucks .. Metro deserted, empty streets .. and needless to say, Starbucks closed! With the stomach brink of suicide, we still stop in front of the Gielgud for photos with us quietly, and then we started to walk until the city revives a bit '. At the end of a blow to the ass Vippu reminded me that there is the famous King's Cross platform 9 and 3 / 4 where you can get the picture .. Of course I could not leave without seeing him, and so this is it! Then we finally caught a Starbucks opened and we rinfocillate! The strange thing is that all the time in which we fooling around, we saw shops, the area of Soho, and all that there was no one around. At the time of taking the bus to go to the airport .. CHAOS! A mess, a chaos, Metro trains delayed, a crash of people .. and of course we got more or less right at the stop, but unfortunately .. the bus had gone before! No, well, I think it right ..! When he finally arrived the other and we went to the boarding pass at the airport .. Monstrous queue at check in! No, well, I've got to tell eh wrote "wart" on the back! Even after the blow because of ass that have both passed without digging further into our trolley, the Vippu has faced incredible marathon to get to taking its flight, while my flight ... It was late, of course, and mica could not be otherwise, of course. All in all, the flight was still quiet, I slept .. And so ended this short break that between queues, delays and racing was a bit 'an ordeal, but it gave me great joy! ^ _ ^ Thanks largely to the company of those six women who were able to put up with me! Hopefully there will soon be an opportunity to repeat the experience ^ O-!
PS: it is a bit 'sad the fact that he wrote all this Pappardella definitely ungrammatical but I do not want to correct just one week after departure .. sigh .. And to think that at this moment I was blessed to curse the blessed and Soppu Vappu flight that never came ..
(if then we add the fact that propabilmente Pearl Jam are showing at this time on stage in Mestre, Heineken Jammin 'Festival, I'm still better .. -__-)
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