How is it nearly the end of the weekend already?

On Saturday I went to EUCO 2008, which is the European Rotaract Conference, which was held in London. I was quite surprised to find how warm it had got all of a sudden. I was standing outside in just a t-shirt and considering moving into the shade.

The afternoon was the ordinary RGBI (Rotaract in Great Britain and Ireland) part, where my club won an award for weirdest place to eat breakfast. This was a national challenge to eat breakfast in an unusual place. The club that won ate theirs on a raft they'd just built in the middle of the Thames. The last time we did it we had breakfast at RAL with lasers, so to top that we had breakfast in cyberspace.

The evening was the Gala Ball and there were 1000 people there from all over Europe! I ate, danced a bit, but mostly chatted with people and had a good time.

The hotel I stayed in was one that was definitely an experience. Don't ask me why, but it was ages away from where everything was going on. Only four of us stayed there, everyone else being much more sensible and staying much closer.

So we left the Ball about 1.45ish and made our way to Hammersmith bus station. The night bus we wanted turned up at 2.15am. We'd worked out where we needed to get to to change buses for one that ran 24 hours. However, we had no idea where that actually was, so we stayed on until we got to Heathrow. Thankfully we only had to wait ten minutes there for our bus. But it ended up being 3.45am by the time I got to bed.

I was rudely awoken by my alarm at 10am. When I got up I found that no matter how many times I pressed the switch, the main room light wouldn't turn on, despite it working the previous night. Also, the bathroom light wouldn't turn on. There was a light above the sink, and I'd established the previous night that didn't work anyway. There was a light above the desk and that one worked. So I had a shower with the bathroom door open and there was just enough light to see.

However, towards the end of my shower I realised I was standing in quite a bit of water. I worried that it was going to go above the level of the bottom of the shower, but it didn't and I assumed it would go down. I went back in there once I was dressed and had my glasses on and noticed the water was still there. I had a shower the previous night and that hadn't happened, so I don't know what was going on.

The most worrying part came when I cleaned my teeth and turned the cold tap on and some water bubbled up out of the shower. I looked at it and it was quite disgusting. It reminded me of the horrible water that comes out of the washing machine. Remembering that made me realise what the smell in the bathroom was - old water.

Like I said - it was an experience.

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