London to Exeter, First Impressions of my new home

Exeter, UK

Day 4: London to Exeter:

Last night I woke up at 1 am with a grouble in my stomach so I went to the burger king down the street. The pubs kick everyone out at midnight so naturally they all end up here? the only restaurant open in all of West London (for good reason). It was like a rave. There was techno / drum & bass blaring, stoned drunken yahoo's everywhere and there was security like you would never expect, especially for a fast food restaurant.

I caught my train to Exeter today. When I arrived in Exeter it was nothing like I had expected. Small towns in Canada have hillbillies everywhere and only have country music wherever you go. Not so in Exeter. It's got the usual English and foreign backpacker types. But this is one of the homes of House Music. One of the lads from Basement Jaxx studied engineering at the university here. As a side note this is also where they invented the laser.

I arrived at my hostel and I was amazed. The place is brand new, clean and my bed is made of Oak. I met up with an English lad and 2 incredibly beautiful Spanish girls staying there. The English lad and I started up a conversation, in the loosest term of the word, with the 2 Spanish girls in the TV room. They are both from Northern Spain. Maria, 24, was offered a job as a flight attendant with a national carrier in Spain but because her English was so poor she couldn't take the job. So she came to England to learn English. She brought her friend Anna, 25, because her friend could speak better English than her. To tell you the truth I think they know about 40 English words between the two of them.

If one thing I forgot back home, it was my Spanish books and CD's. Crap, I come around the world to where they spawned the English language and the one thing I need more than anything else is to be able to speak Spanish.

The English lad went out with the other lads to play some pool. I'm trying to watch my cash so I didn't join. I ended up taking the two Spanish girls out to a house club. Now, when guys take women out to clubs, it's impossible to hear them because of the music, and usually the guy isn't interested in what they have to say anyway. That being said I thought I could just take them out, not have to worry about listening to them and it would be as easy as that. Not so, these girls are out to learn English and are quite talkative. It reminded me of working at CADVision and the reign of Foreign affairs fell upon me.

We ended up having a really nice night drinking and dancing at a really lovely house club called Zolt.

Today I'm going down to the bookstore and buying the cheapest book on how to get on in Spainish.

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