I arrive to the airport and I realise I don't know my way, people speak English (but with an very bad accent),drive to the left and it’s raining. So far, so good.. I take the Metro, I ask my way to several people, I walk 2 hours and finally I find Stephenson Building (SB). I set up my stuff, plug my laptop but WTF this fucking british don't have european plugs ... (Oh now I remember the Seign.... class). I met my neighbor (not for long... she leave Newcastle at 3pm) and she told me It's raining every days in this city ... but she leaves me her dishes (that cool).
My room is small and I have to share bathroom and kitchen with my flat’s neighbour but for now I see nobody... I decide to leave SB and visiting Newcastle looking for this fucking adaptors. I go to Haymarket station. It’s a place with lot of stores, shops (but no adaptors) and restaurants. Ohhh a Macdonald... I will test my English ...
“Hello, Can I have the championship menu?”
“a shroupjdkdjfslc maestro?”
“not maestro I want the medium menu.”
“vkhqcsdklncqnwx maestro?
After 3 minutes I realise she ask me If I want the cheese and bacon striker or the chicken maestro. he's still got a long way to go. So I eat my burger and I decide to come back home. After 1 hour I find my way and I decide to sleep.
8pm I wake up, I leave again SB and I find a mall: I bought 4 Newcastle brown ale (for the match) and 2 plugs adaptors. YES I FOUND IT !!! I can go home: now I know the city pretty well I have beers, adaptors. Oh by the way lot of british supported England: windows, cars, T-shirts and in all shop I can see the Union Jack. I think tomorrow will be great...