If you have been keeping up with me, you will know that I upon arriving to SOAS, I attended a “Freshers Fayre” Freshman club fair basically… while I was there I was wondering around and these really exciting, funny men convinced me that joining a sport in kayaks while playing water polo was a good idea.
I then started showing up to some practices, which was really fun… and then they said “Hey we are going camping, at the end of October and playing polo, you should come”
Of course, I said yes. I love camping. This is probably the moment of my errors. I really should have just stayed home.
So on the weekend of October 26th, my adventures began as I prepared for my first canoe polo tournament. I think in order to really understand the weekend, we have to start at the Thursday before. My friend who has been playing for a year offered to take me a and a few other newbies out to go buy what we would need for the weekend. It seemed simple enough. The store was not too far away, just an easy tube ride.
Of course, we decided to take the over ground and therefore had to wait hours for the overground to arrive. Well not exactly hours but definitely at least 15-20 minutes for each train. By the time we got to the store it had probably taken an hour. We found what we needed, which was much cheaper than I was expecting. ( always a positive for a study abroad student.)
After that exciting little trip, my friend convinced me that I had to try out this chicken place called Nando’s. It is basically a fancy fast food restaurant. It was delicious and awesome, at this point we had have a bit of a ridiculous shopping experience, lots of a food and maybe too much fun. Its now probably about 10 pm, but we had to go to Hackney to pick up her tent for the weekend.
After we arrived in Hackney, there were lots of funny things going on, amusing posters, signs on the walls, and other interesting things. We were having a ball. Finally we got to the place where we went to go buy a pop up tent. Pop up tents aren’t really something we are accustomed to in the states, but we should be. It pops out of a bag and bam you have a tent. It was really cool, so naturally right away we wanted to make sure the tent worked and that it pops out of the tent. BAM! It did. The only problem was that now its about 11 pm, we are a ways away from home, and we just set up a tent. We couldn’t figure out how to put the tent down. It took, two phone calls, and an hour to finally understand how to put the tent down. Eventually it made sense, but that was after lots of tries. Of course if anyone asks, we were able to manage quite quickly with no issues. This story is not being told to the public at all. The most embarrassing part: a random man who sold the tent to us took a picture of our struggles… but didn’t offer to help.
After all of that, we ended up having to go home on the bus and it was a long bus ride. I feel as if this has appropriately set the stage for what my weekend would hold in all, lots of silly mistakes.
Life at Paddlington the tournament:
It was cold. It was wet. and the idea of warmth didn’t even work. But it was awesome. I believe the weather was about 40 degrees. So that was probably strike one of freezing, lets play in really cold windy water, when its really cold outside too. Sounds like a blast right? Well when there is never enough coffee and tea, you can hardly sleep and it is hailing outside everything is so much more fun. But actually, being able to play the sport for the first time was so exciting, and exhilarating that it wouldn’t have mattered how awful the conditions were, it would still be fun. It reminded me of my freshman year on Clark Women’s Rowing when we started rowing on the lake again in April only to break the ice knowing on the off chance that if we capsized I would have less than two minutes before hypothermia set in with the chance of death. Lovely, right?
I think the funniest part of Paddlington that I will always remember were the first year team names. We had two freshman teams ( in the picture below is during our final match we were playing each other) one team was named the Paddington Bears, obviously makes sense, and then my team was the Wombles. Which is only really funny because I can’t pronounce the word correctly, but they are these creepy little ant eater like things, I think our team was being made fun extremely for this. Admittedly, they are pretty cute in this photo:
Here are some snaps from the tournament, I have more photos of me playing, but the lack of my knowledge on the pitch is too embarrassing to post on here, even knowing if was the first time I ever played. Thank you for reading my rant on my life in London, and when someone tells you its going be cold, always believe them. And like Arnold from Ms. Frizzles class remember that while you probably should have stayed home, we can’t stay home all of our lives- we must adventure.