In the mean time we've had some great pints of bitter, some amazing curry and thai food, and walked, a whole lot. Probably walking about 6-8 miles a day on average we figure, definitely enough to work off all of the Cornish pastys, curry and rice and all the large imperial pints of proper british beers and ciders.
At the moment, I'm sitting in the second floor of a bowling alley that doubles as a hostel listening to ear splittingly loud music pumping from the oversized speakers and woofers of the makeshift club held downstairs on the weekends. I still don't know if i'll get any sleep tonight. The private rooms were booked tonight, so were stuck in an 8 bed dorm, praying I'm not next to a snorer.
Flatmate Dating:
We've gone to see 5 flats and their occupants so far, and have figured its a bit like blind dating: you text or email someone to arrange a meeting time and place, then put on your best behavior and game face and try to pace as best as you can to keep rapport with them. Then, if you like them and the flat the rapport turns into almost desperate attempts to impress upon the would-be flatmate how cool, responsible, and fun you are...only to get after 15 minutes of this a "well, i have about 5 other people that are coming to look at the flat so I'll let you know what I decide, it was really great meeting you!" then, the waiting game. The flat we liked the best (an amazing 19th century 2 bedroom top floor flat in the center of clifton beauty), all we got was an email say how nice it was meeting us and how much she fancied us, but sorry she gave the flat to someone else. Fuck. not what we wanted to hear, so alas we are still staying in our loud, shitty hostel, paying double or triple what we would be paying in the nicest of flats to have a dirty shower and listen to disco beats and snoring. GRRRRR, hopefully we wont have to do this for long.
