what happened

I went to the love music hate racism concert on Sunday April 29. I got on the bus to London. When the bus reached its destination nobody, not even people who’d gone to the concert before, could actually recognize where we were at. We all sat there wondering why the bus had stopped and what to do next. The main guy had a clipboard and paper with him and has us right our name and number on the sheet. He told us that the bus would be back at 11pm to pick us up and if we weren’t back at 11pm that someone would call us to make sure you weren’t lost. I wrote all the information down and took the number of this guy as well as the bus driver and headed for the concert. (Everyone was pretty upset that the driver was such as jerk) I tried to remember were I was at and where I was walking. We ended up walking a long distance so most people were getting worried because finding the way back was going to be more difficult than we thought. I went to the concert, enjoyed myself, and when the concert was done went to get something to eat because the bus wouldn’t be back until 11pm. I ended up talking a walk so that I could retrace my steps and find the way back to the random street the bus dropped me off. I didn’t want to have to rush to find it when 11pm rolled around. I went back and walked a very long way. I couldn’t seem to find the street so I wondered a while and realized it was getting dark. I needed to go back to the main street outside Victoria Park and make a few phone calls. I sat out on some steps and called the driver. He picked up the phone and told me that he couldn’t remember where he dropped us off or the street name and that he couldn’t help me. I was SO upset. Here I was lost, it was getting dark, my phone was running out of batter, and all he could say was that he couldn’t help me. I told him that I was an international student and that I needed to find the bus when he came so that I could get home. I asked him to call me when he comes back at 11pm and tell me the street name so that I could ask for directions. I also gave him my number and told him to have somebody call me when they get on the bus because I’m lost. He said okay. So I waited around for a little while more. Just walking around and sitting around getting kinda worried. I decided to go to a bar because it was warm and I could just relax until 11pm rolled around. At 9:00pm I called the head guy’s number but he didn’t pick up. I waited until 10:30pm and I called him again but he still didn’t pick up. I called the head driver and he didn’t pick up his phone. I was getting worried but I knew the driver had my number and it was also on the clipboard so I would get a call from them. 10:50 rolled around and still no call. I tried calling both numbers again over the course of 20 minutes but I heard nothing. I realized I was left. I wanted to have a meltdown but I knew that crying was not going to help. I called my friends back home and told them that I was scared and didn’t know what to do. They told me to stay calm and that somebody should call. I waited until midnight and accepted that the bus left without me. I felt very alone. I became very flustered and scared because I had never been to London and I was an international woman. I asked the bartender where I could find a train station. He gave me direction to Victoria Station but he said the trains don’t run until morning because it was Sunday. I caught a taxi to the station and realized he was right. I decided to sit on a bench but became very uneasy when homeless people or just really sketchy people would walk past me more than once, ask me for money, or sit really close to me. The bartender gave me the address for a cheaper hotel that could take me in at the last minute. I found a taxi and went straight to the hotel. I found it and stayed the night. In the morning I went back to the train station but they told me I had to go to Paddington. So I went there and took the train back to Swansea. From there I took the bus to campus. I was exhausted and upset and I didn’t want to see anybody because of my bad mood. I went home and slept for 12 hours and decided to deal with the problem later. Personally, I couldn’t believe it myself because it was so horrible. I was just so upset.

what an outrage.
an adventure but one I am glad I lived through!