A DAY OUT IN WIMBLEDON
There was a 2-day gap between the second round and the quarter final stages. I persuaded Al to join me going to Wimbledon, and we took this opportunity to attend on of the world finest Tennis Grand Slam Championships (there's only 4 anyway).
We chose not to let the accommodation issue to spoil our day anyway. I took Al around London, and we went as far as Greenwich Maritime Museum. We managed to get into the museum, about 30 minutes before it was closed. We could not make it into the Royal Observatory, but we still enjoyed the panoramic view from the top of the hill, and Al had to make-do with taking pictures from outside the fence.
Finally, the name shahbaz hit me, and I just realised that he'd be more than happy to accept us.
He answered my call by telling me that he was in carmarthen, and I nearly gave up hope. He quickly dismissed my worry by confirming that he's going home that night, and we could meet him at Paddington Station.
Fate unravelled itself when we realised that his house is in Tooting, and this is just few stations away from Wimbledon st. There's no direct Tube line, but we were not planning to go about by Tube anyway. Bus is simply a cheaper and better ventilated option.
We crashed shahbaz's place, and was entertained by the best make-do treatment, considering our late notice. His mum was so worried that we were not satisfied, that we had to convince him and indirectly his mum that everything was fine. He had a nice little garden behind the house, which gave us the impression of an airport runway. The meal was superb, and we spent that night in a deep slumber in a room in the attic.
to be continued...