...Oh so i reach the security office and present my official papers and am bundled down in a taxi to a hotel called the Sand-Ring-Ham Hotel.now a place where you want to stay a night over, if it has symbols of bondage , and flesh and external environment in it , may not sound very comforting , and i did end up sharing the room with a german, Dominic, who turned out to be more than a nice guy and we still keep in touch.
What i remember best is the the sumptuous breakfast , bordering very close to lavish that i got to enjoy the next morning, and the unidentified asian a few tables away who asked for baked beans !!! ( in a hotel) i wish i had clicked a snap of the breakfast, but i didnt have my cell yet!!
but it was a spread!!! lemme count out (despite my failing memory) toast, milk, coffee, tea, option of eggs , and all different meat , and cereals, and cut fruits and jams , and butter and ...
i just followed the lead of my newly acquired German friend and ordered the same as him , he ended up complimenting my appetite (embarrassed smile).
A very harassed looking lady (Rachael??) fended off the many students who assembled in the hotel lobby every morning and i got a room in House 22, Floor 3. And the bill incurred was borne by the residency department of the Uni..neat.
Apparently my father was scared to death that i had either managed not to get off the flight or have been shot in the london subway as a possible terrorist or something on those lines (since i had neglected (?) ) to call them back home to let them know , i am still around and in one piece, and he called up all possible numbers listed on the pages that i had given him about the uni i was coming to.
so as soon as i was alloted a room , i find out the Dean of the school has asked me to meet him , or call up home and report the same to a certain staff in the postgraduate office!!!! Arrrgh, how embarrassing , not yet here and already (in)famous!
Cheers
Have Fun Always
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