Oh yes I have arrived. Have moved out of the St. Giles and into my home-sweet-house. I could go through all the flight information and what not. I could talk about how even though English is spoken I might as well speak German. But the one thing that is on my mind is 'Fire Doors'. In my imagination the Brits have been obsessed with fire since the Great Fire of 1666. Of all the things that I imagined would be noticeably different (outlets, traffic patterns, etc.) I did not once think that I would develop a serious fascination with fire doors. To me the definition of 'fire door' is a door that someone is NOT supposed to go through because it does not say 'exit' or even 'way out'. I see the printed word 'fire' and I assume the door is alarmed. Boston might have played into this fear I have of setting off alarms and being banned from the city. Any ways, upon first going into the St. Giles hotel nothing was suspect but upon being transferred to the 1st floor it became a maze. 1: the hallways are narrower than usual and 2: there were fire doors in every hallway, around every corner. I don't know how else to explain it. There are just a lot of doors. A good 10 minutes was spent outside one of the said fire doors trying to figure out if it was in fact alarmed. After finding that opening it wasn't going to clear the building with a siren it was a great relief to me. Using top notch reasoning I figured maybe only hotels used this maze system to tell apart the locals and foreigners. But even in the dorm building that I am living in (which doubles as a hostel actually) has all these fire doors. And no joke they look like the exact ones in the hotel. Maybe these are government issued doors? So in conclusion fire doors are so far the biggest surprise. Ok maybe another surprise is the fact that the toilet and the shower are in separate rooms in the dorm. Make sense though, doesn't it?
Ha - ha 'This Fire' by Franz Ferdinand is playing on my i-tunes now
