I wrote about my first trip to England here, and will now tell you about the second.

I was nineteen and planning to go by Interrail through Europe with some friends. The problem was that among those friends was also a girl that was not particularly fond of me. And shortly before we were going, she talked the others into excluding me from the trip, so there I stood alone and disappointed and in need of a holiday! 

It was then I decided - to my mum's great horror   - that I would go to London on my own! I have never been a very adventurous person! I am the kind of person that always use the seat belt and life jacket and cover myself with reflectors when I am out walking... I don't even walk against the red light! And I have always been like that, so I can still not understand how I dared to go on my own, and I can understand my mothers worries! 

Anyway, I took the train to the south of Sweden and the boat from there. I had a good time at the boat and I met two girls from Sweden, and also an English sports team of some sort (I don't remember if it was cricket or rugby), so I did not have to feel alone.  When arriving to the hotel, I met a Scottish guy that insisted on taking me out for dinner - until he found out just how expensive everything was!  :)) We went to a disco instead and I met a lot of nice people, among them an agriculture class from Holland. I had a good time!

The next morning, I woke up with a bad cold and I stayed the rest of the week mostly in my hotelroom, sleeping most of the time and wishing I would have been home!  :oops:  I managed to do a bit of sight seeing on my last day. Due to my bad sense of direction, I simply followed the crowd of tourists and let them decide where to go.  :))

My mum was happy to get me home again, sound and safe, albeit still a little sick.

My third attempt to go to England was even worse... That was about six years ago. I had a few months earlier got to know a woman at my English conversation class and we both wanted to go to London for a weekend so we decided to go together. Everything was settled. Precisely a week before we would be going, she asked me if "I would mind" going on my own as she had met a guy that she would be going with instead... Dumped again!  :(  (I never saw her after that)

But I did not give up! My fourth trip to England, the year after, was again made on my own - to my sweet mum's horror once again...  :))