It’s over.
So strange to think we will probably never see any of the people from the tour again. After living with them for over a month, it’s a difficult adjustment to make.
Last night was the last optional dinner of the tour, so most people went. It was at a restaurant called the Boom Chicago, which combined food with improv comedy sketches. A bit amateurish at times, but funny nonetheless. Everyone took tons of pictures since it was our last night all together.
We were packing our bags back at the hostel last night when I looked under the bed to check for anything we might’ve missed and saw a live bird. No kidding, there was actually a pigeon in our room. It must’ve flown in through the open window. We laughed and freaked out a bit and finally got one of the reps upstairs and he managed to remove it outside. It was, um, different.
This morning we got on the bus and drove through Belgium to Calais, where we lost Shaun to his next tour. We were all being very loud and jumping up and down banging on the windows of the coach, and two of the guys jumped on his next coach and grabbed the microphone and started lecturing the people on that tour to be nice to him. In contrast, they were all just kind of sitting there looking at us like we were crazy. Not that they were too far off.
Our substitute driver took us from the ferry port at Dover back into London, and the goodbyes started up and lasted most of this afternoon and evening. Elie and I spent an aggravating hour trying to set up accommodations at the hotel in Central London at the last minute, because the Tube is on strike so we can’t get to her mom’s friend’s house to stay there like we were supposed to.
A bunch of us went to the London Pub for dinner and a few drinks. We got them to play our day song and we all danced to it. Lots of pictures, lots of hugs and promises to keep in touch. And now it’s over, and I’m left with 24 rolls of film and lots of memories.