I was late as always, arriving back to the Uk. I think I was born with this special ability.
But again it wasn`t only down to me. It started all in Holland. I took the wrong train, certainly learnt , shouldn`t ask someone for infos who ain`t got a clue. I was back in Brussel. My ticket was all sorted, booked the day before, the plan was to go to London by train through the tunnel. Somehow it all fell behind the desk at the ticket office where I went for some assistance. We removed the computer, but could not hv access to it. I couldn`t pay for it again since it was way too expensive. Also I was already late, had to find out something quick.I caught a train to Lille, then went to Calais to catch a ferry, then another train from Dover to London.I arrived at 6 instead 2.
I was desperate. Really wanted to catch up with those guyz. Having no phone or laptop on me, could not let anyone know. Anyway Im sure there were people who made it there, and with or without me were skating for the cure, and that’s what really matters. English never let me down. Still managed to meet some bladers, didn`t know anyone though, and don`t think they had a clue why I was there but all of them were so supportive. Everybody knows that English people are the most friendly and welcoming people in the world.Some skaters from Oxford decided to join me to Manchester. They liked the idea of skating at Ukskate park, since they hv never been there, and I was pleased too that in the mean time they gave me a lift. We got here early in the morning, now just staying at mine. One of them managed to lock himself in my bathroom, and has been there for an hour now. We are trying our best but he is not too keen to climb. As soon as he is out, we r gonna hit the park!Be there!