First Post

I’m just starting with my blog. Let’s see how often I really can find enough time to post something. Within the first week there was no free time slot to be filled with writing a blog entry. Still, I’ll try to give my best to just keep you on top of things happening.

The first days in London were, of course, very nice. No work, just sight-seeing, shopping, and looking for a room. I ended up in the apartment of an elderly lady whose daughter is travelling around the globe. I’m only paying 55 Pounds a week for my room, what is extremely cheap for London, especially as my landlady washes and irons my clothes and I’m also offered a breakfast every day. Not so bad. Unfortunately, I have no internet access in the flat. An absolute drawdown as I have to go to an internet cafe every time I want to email or use skype. But anyways, a girl told me last week that she is paying 92 à week for only 7 m² even farer outside Central London than me…

For everyone who wants to contact me, here’s my mobile +44 7939 402542 and my address
97b St. Stephen’s Avenue
London W12 8JA
England

But now, here is more about my professional life in London. As some already know, I’m doing an internship with a small but rapidly growing Icelandic investment bank called Straumur-Burdaras Investment Bank – www.straumur.net – I still can’t pronounce it correctly. The days are long, on average 12 hours, but as they are filled with interesting work it does not seem that long at all. Some of my friends, especially those working, would now say that 12 hours isn’t that bad. But hey, I’m not used to….not until now.

Bad news concerning pics. I forgot the cable to link my camera with my laptop. So I have to think of other ways to provide you with the most touristy pictures of London ever. May they have a card reader in one of my beloved internet cafes. Oh, I already hat them.

I spent my first Saturday night first in a pub in Soho, I think it was called something like ‘The three greyhounds’. I met with some german guys I met randomly for some beers. After 3 or four or five of them we went on to the TigerTiger, which some of you might know, and kept on drinking and started dancing as well. Thanks to British customs the club closed around 3 or 4 and we were pushed out. That was the time when I lost the others and, after looking for them for a while, I tried to find my way home. It wasn’t that easy as it was my first night out and I had absolutely no plan where to go and which bus to take. But there were enough people to ask and that’s how I made it home….just to have a bad Sunday.