Stayed at the Kensington Close Hotel & Spa and before I booked, they had a disclaimer about renovations being done in preparation for the Olympics but didn't care cause it was cheap. I got to the front desk and they told me that to make up for renovations starting at 8 IN THE MORNING, they'd give me free internet and access to the pool...but neither the internet or pool were available at the moment. Fair deal. The room was kinda small, but not as bad as the reviews online. One thing no one mentioned in the reviews was the breathtaking views that I'd see out my window...
Look at that. Thats fresh, authentic London garbage right there.
Figured I'd spend the afternoon exploring Earls Court, checking out the neighborhood. Wanted to watch Newcastle-Stoke but literally every bar I walked into had on rugby or British game shows. Fucking whack. Kept walking and wound up taking a wrong turn and ending up in Brompton Cemetery which I knew was a route to get to the stadium so I kept going to see it for the first time and find the spot where I was meeting the person who got my ticket
That night I bar hopped around on Earls Court Road, which was the only busy street near me and only like five hops. Wound up at the Prince of Teck tavern and getting trashed with some Finnish chick I met, Mari, who ended up coming back to my room with me cause she hated the hostel she was at. Made one move on this girl when we laid down and she shrugged me off like I had the plague. She probably did me a favor though cause the chances of my dick staying hard for more than 3 minutes was probably 23%. Still though, I'm now 0-2 with broads from Scandinavia. One from Sweden and now Finland. Hope Norwegians are looooose
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