Last weekend I decided to visit the tutor for one of my bachelor theses. She now lives in Cambridge with her partner and is currently pregnant.
As usual, I took the bus up to Cambridge, although my tutor, my host mum and pretty much everyone else told me to take the train because it is so much easier (and more expensive). However, I feel like I have established some sort of relationship with National Express and don't want to hurt their feelings, so I decided for the cheaper, longer, more exhausting version of a trip. Here I have to insert a little rant and rave and if you feel as if your're having a far too positive day to bother with my negativity, feel free to jump to the paragraph after the next. My anger aims at girls to put on makeup in public. I HATE THAT!!! Don't you have bathrooms? I had to wait an hour before I could board the bus (as usual I was overly punctual because I was too stressed about missing my bus) and decided to try a Chai Latte in Starbucks (I was so embarrassed when I ordered it, I could as well have pulled out my selfie stick and have taken a selfie with my Chai Latte, or written MAINSTREAM on my forehead...) Anyway, I sat down and a table further there were three French girls sitting, sipping their coffee. After about five minutes, the first pulled out her makeup bag and started applying powder, mascara etc. Soon after that the second followed. First of all, they were all gorgeous (after all, they were French) and secondly, honestly I don't bring a little tub to Starbucks and suddenly start washing my hair in public...get yourself a bathroom or have the decency to use the facility's bathroom. These were my thoughts when I was watching them, demonstratively rolling my eyes. However, soon I would forget about the three French girls because someone else garnered my wrath, someone who probably could hear my previous thoughts. Before I left, I decided to use the bathroom and this stupid Starbucks at Victoria bus station only has one greasy, disgusting backroom, which they sell off as a bathroom. I have been there now three times and every time there people were so long at the toilet that I started to believe it actually served as a secret drug ring and they had to deposit their shit somewhere completely out of reach. But it turned out it was just stupid, egotistical, self-centred girls who decided to use this ONE toilet for their extensive makeup sessions. As was this one. I was nearly weeing myself already and considered banging at the door until an overly make-upped girl came out, with all peace and calmness, her shitty makeup bag under her arm. I could have screamed at her if that hadn't meant peeing into my pants. So, dear girls. Here are the rules. Do your makeup at home. If you have to reapply it during the day, find a facility with more than one bathroom and use their mirror to do it. If there is only one bathroom, do it in public but make sure that everyone around can see how completely unwell and embarrassed you feel by doing it. Honestly, we are trying to make people believe this is how we actually look like and you have to destroy the vision by doing it IN PUBLIC!!! Alright, back to the actual topic. As it was only Cambridge, it was still only two hours and I arrived in Cambridge fresh and eager to explore the city. And what a beautiful city it is! You feel as if you had made a time travel rather than a distance travel. All the old wonderful houses and colleges! It was awesome. Furthermore, due to my tutor's partner's relations (he works at Cambridge university) I could enter all the colleges without paying and could also sneak-peek into areas which no visitors are allowed in. I felt so important and cool. Also because I lived at Madeleine's College, as tutor's partner organised a room for me there. The room was just beyond cool. It was an old chamber with two cosy armchairs, two beds and just a bathtub. Honestly, what's wrong with some people? Again, just a bathtub, no shower...but as I was there for only a weekend, it was ok (the bathroom, I mean, as already said, the rest was so cool!). My tutor and her partner showed me the wonderful city and I was amazed by the huge cathedrals, colleges and a huge Cath Kidston shop, where I bought a dress and felt terribly ashamed of my money saving abilities (honestly, I am not good with money, not at all). We saw the Bridge of Sighs, St. John's College, Trinity College, Christ Church College, Fitzpatrick Gallery and much more. I had dinner at an Italian place called "Margaritas", opposite Madeleine's College and I must say it was best Italian food and I would highly recommend it for dinner if you ever visit Cambridge because the atmosphere is nice, too and the waiters chatty and funny
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AuthorIn September 2015 I started a new chapter of my life by moving (temporarily or permanently, not yet decided) to England where I work and socialise now. Archives
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