Robbie Williams

     Yes another post! I said I was trying to catch up. I think I will relate the story of going to the Robbie Williams concert, which now that I look back on it was the last good night before things went wrong.
    Nicholas and Gustavo had got it into their heads that they wanted to go to Oxford Street in London on November 6th because it was the official Christmas light-up and the pop singer Robbie Williams was playing a show there.

 The boys were so determined to go that they got Kerry to let us off early, and then drive us in the camp mini bus to Chingford Station. We even convinced all the Koreans to come, which is rare. I was also speciall because it was Nancy's last night.
     As I mentioned before, at the beginning of November Nacy told us she was leaving. The program she came with allows volunteers to switch their placement after a few months if they wish. She wanted to try something different so she was given a placement in a care home south of London, about the same distance from the city as Chingford. Originally she had wanted to start in January but they wanted her to start at the beginning of November.

     Practically the whole time she was here, Nancy had been studying for her English proficiency exam so that she could come do a Masters Degree in England. She took the exam the weekend before she left so on November 6 we were eager for her to come with us to Oxford Street. Kerry drove us to the station and then after three stops we got on the tube. We're such a big group that we can be quite annoying on the public transit, sometimes we run up and down the escalators yelling and singing.

     When we arrived at Oxford Street we started walking and wondered why everyone seemed to be walking the opposite direction. The Koreans disappeared almost immediately and we did not see them until we got home. We also lost Nicholas off and on but that is pretty normal.

    We continued walking down the street. The lights were already on and eventually we realized that we had missed the concert. Then we all bothered Gustavo, telling him it was his fault.

Goodbye Nancy!

    We laughed about our mistake and continued walking, taking tons of pictures and spending a good while in the department store Primark. Eventually we decided to start walking back, we stopped at MacDonalds and at the biggest Starbucks I had ever seen; it had two floors.
   Despite the fact that we really did not do much that night it was fun just to be silly and loud and carefree in the middle of London with great friends. When we got home a handful of us stayed up very late talking about our first impressions of eachother and of Gilwell Park. It was funny to think back to when I had just met everyone. They all seem like completely different people now that I have lived and worked with them for almost three months.