In England right now. It's 12am. We just got to our friend's house after standing outside in the rain with over 80 pounds of luggage with us forn early an hour because the douche bag of a taxi driver took us to the wrong place.

We've /never/ been to England before, mind you. My mom and sister were with me, and we hardly dared to move an inch because we were afraid that our friend would come by at any time. Not to mention, both my sister and I are minors, so my mom was totally paranoid about leaving us alone with all of the luggage out in the middle of the street. She finally decided to go find a phone later on at a nearby gas station, but our friend didn't pick up. I even tried flagging down some police, and they only glanced at me. ;_;

Eventually, we asked passerby for directions, and the walk to the center of town to the nearest hotel was nearly a mile. We had six bags, four suitcases with us in total. Yeah, not fun. Ironically, just as the people who we asked for help suggested grabbing a taxi, one stopped right in front of us and everyone got quiet with a o___O face and the people asked us if we called a taxi earlier or something. XD

We didn't, of course.

Anyway, turns out the taxi dude was called by said friend we were supposed to be staying with and somehow managed to find us standing there on the street. Either way... I've never been so happy to be inside an apartment in my life.


...Even if we had to carry ALL of the luggage up about three long, long sets of stairs...