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Look guys what a fellow guildie of Eili's and Ark's made. It's gingerbread us!


Does it count as cannibalism if I'd like to eat myself??

Christmas in pictures

Merry Christmas to everyone!

Lazy chaps, mince pies and hammocks

It's your fault.

Most certainly it is not.

Yes, it is.

Not that you don't like sitting in the cooomfy hammock and relax, do you?


Guys, guys, guys would you stop that please? We are here to tell everyone what happened in the last two weeks, not to argue about who's fault is that we got lazy. So who starts?

Albert.

Why always me?

Guys!

Oookey, I'll do it then. So we were in London and then when they decided to move to Bristol we went there and then flew to Bonn. And she didn't buy us any ice cream at the airport. Content now?


Nah, not really.

Sorry, been reading back where did we stop writing. So on Sunday-Monday (14-15th) we went to Bristol to scout. It was very very tiring but interesting, I've never seen seagulls before.

Especially not in a city centre.

I liked Bristol, it seems a fun, and above all a safe city. And people were nice. And there is even a street called Christmas Stairs!


It isn't too big nor too small, but the buses are...hm what would be the right word for it..?

Terrible? Outrageous? Totally crap?

Nah. John, you have to admit it isn't that bad.

I am not admitting anything.

Yes, they are late sometimes, or too early...

..never in time...

...but they are pretty clean and the drivers were helpful. And there are Starbucks with mince pie!

Ohh mince pie. I miss mince pie.

I don't.

So back to the storytelling: we were staying in a Youth Hostel, with a Christmas tree and loaaads of people. I've never slept in bunk bed before, just wish he picked the top bed, not the boring lower one.


We could have fallen down if we'd slept up there!

We also walked an awful lot in the two days: looking for a room isn't that simple and Bristol's size combined with the unreliable bus times plus weekend timetables made it even harder. We have checked out some rooms.

Nah, let me talk about this Albert, because I'm sure you would try to put a nicer face on the whole roomfinding matter. So we started to go around on Sunday afternoon checking out double rooms wich we found on the net (easyroommates.com is a cool site btw). The first was at the city border, just by the river. One bus goes there every half an hour. The room was terrible.

It wasn't.

It was a bit crowded.

A bit? Basically there was a double bed in it and you could stack 2 persons in and it would have been full. And we would have lived with two chinese girls we could hardly understand what they were saying for christ's sake!

Ok, ok, you are partly right, it wasn't the right room for us.

The next one was nice though.

Yeah, I still think they fucked it up pretty nicely not choosing that. I mean brand new kitchen with a dishwasher! A nice, big, bright room! A fair bathroom! And all around the clock heating and hot water. They made a terrible, terrible mistake!

Naah, she's right John. That room might have been nicer, but it does matter who do you live with. And Gemma seems a nice girl. With such a beautiful name!

So after John's dreamroom we have seen another one, doesn't even worth to mention, and another on next day with a nice landlord. But the winner was the very last one....
.....I still think it's a mistake.....

...just at the border of the city, near to a huge park with a river. The room is ok, not great but ok. The 31 yo landlady is renting one room out of three. She's living in (mistake mistake) and smokes, so smoking is permitted in the conservatory.


He really should stop smoking, I totally disagree with choosing an accomodation to make him smoke easier.

The main reason they decided on the favour of this one is the owner: she and Gemma laughed a lot in that 40 minutes she was there and she said:

"Maybe the other room is greater but you migt live there with jerks. The people you live with are more important."

Well, you have to admit, she is right.

I just hope Gemma won't turn out to be a serial killer. Lina would be devastated, ehehee.

John, is this the christmas spirit?

It's not christmas yet. I can still be nasty for a day. Or two.

So, we'd found a room then got back to London for a couple of days, sent all the translations and documents what were needed to be sent and headed to Bonn to spend Christmas here.

Yeah....with the drunken bear and his stupid stories.

Nose deep into srs bizns

I still think it's a very very bad idea to give her a driving license!

But she's already got one John.

Yes, but that was Hungarian. This is going to be British! Does left side driving tell you anything? I surely won't set my foot on the streets once she starts to drive here.

They were talking about getting some driving lessons, didn't they? I think it should be fine.

Also, she said they need to license for the bank account what I don't really understand. Why do you need to drive to be able to put your money into the bank?

You can have a gas bill too, hehehe, but sure they don't have one! Why would they? If you have just arrived to London you can't open a bank account! You need to prove your address with a driving licence. Or a gas bill. Guys maybe we could forge some gas bills and sell them on the black market for the new arrivals?

Anyway I'm really happy the DVLA actually got her documents and even sent back her ID card so fast, just in 4 days.


And she has already enrolled to that CIMA thing too...

Yeah, another risky action on her side. She as a qualified accountant..hahaha I don't see that happening any time soon.

Why? She's qualified in Hungary..

Yes m'dear but this is England...

And luckily lot of things are easier here than back home. And some others are way more complicated. I kind of like this informal system they use here for ID and authentication. It's based on trust and trust is a good thing.

Until you get betrayed of course.

Look at the bright side: they accept her translation as certified as long as someone else signed it, stating that is the truthful version of the original. You couldn't really pull that off in Hungary, could you?


Naaah, there you need a couple of stamps, seals, fancy translation by a state monopoly and pay loaaaads of HUF for it.

Ok guys, you go back to the transcripts translation.


I'll help her find a room. I'm already so excited about the Sunday-Monday trip to Bristol. Ayayayayy so many things can go wrong.


Lina, you better get a nice, warm and sunny one, with a pool. And palm trees. And half naked Princess Renis.

Pfff John, dream on. You'll have to be happy with internet in the room and normal flatmates. Oh geez, what if one of them is a pervert? Or a serial killer? This won't be easy, won't be easy at all.

Adventures!

So here we are, just ready to leave to our first City visit. John is not excited at all (or at least he claims not to be) but I'm soo eager to go and see London!

It's just a city Albert, what's the big deal? Loads of hoomans around.

And toy shops, let's not forget the toy shops! I hope they will get us to see some of the toys here.

Us three before leaving

The first toy shop we visited

Just look at the time!

That's very deep, look out!

Ok, so I'm confused. Where do we want to go now?

I'm not scared of horses. Or funny hats.

Toy Heaven!

They must be really bored sitting there all day.

All sitting tired in Hamley's coffee shop.

It was such a tiring day, all this "Look left and right" in totally wrong places, walking around a lot, hunting for presents and trying to find our way. I'm glad She and He could keep up with us!
They did look tired too, not doing anything for a whole day after the trip! And He is leaving us on Monday, going back to Mr. Bear's place.

But the good news is they at last (again!) decided about where to move.

John, you have to admit, it's a tough decision to make! And I like Bristol.

You have never been there. What if it's full of serial toy bunny killers?

Don't worry I'll look after you guys!

Ange Lina

Guys, guys, guys, guys, guys! We got a new friend! She's snuck on the plane in a red wrapping paper and by the time we got here we already befriended each other.

Well, you did. I didn't even meet her, she had the privilege to travel first bag and not in the handbag like me.

John, please let's not start that discussion again...

Hey everyone, I'm Lina, a Guardian Angel responsible for everyone here. I already see it won't be an easy task! He smokes! She's clumsy! John is sarcastic and gets lost every day and Albert doesn't see any danger around! What if we get lost while in the city? What if we fall on the stairs? This big place is so perilous!

Candies and keys - arriving to London

John, I'm sorry to say but it's all your fault.

PHmmhhppf. How on earth would it be my fault? She was a jerk.

John! You were the one who decided to go around in the bag exploring because you thought she's hidden the christmas candy on the bottom.

And there it was indeed! I was right!

Yeah but you missed all the journey this way. You might have stolen some candies but I've seen the plane, London from above in the night, the airport.

Blahblahblahblah....Man, she was stoopid enough to forget the keys in her pocket and had to run back to meet her sister and get re-checked at the airport. Removing her boots twice! I'm sure She hated it, ehee ehhe.

Now you are just being mean.

Whatever. I'd rather go and try to fix the camera so we can post some pictures than continuning this conversation here.

Yes, yes lets go. Also, Dear Readers we are going to have a surprise guest blogger soon (As soon as John finds a way to fix the camera.)