When I got off the train at St. Pancrass station in London I didn't know where to go, so I decided to go with the flow. It was as if I had been dropped into an anthill where everyone knew what to do except for me. When I walked into the hall of the tube all I could see were men and women in black and blue suits walking around towards different directions. When the wirlpool of suits around me calmed down I went looking for the nearest ticket window to ask for directions. The lady behind the desk was really nice and she gave me a map on which she indicated which tubes I had to take. First line was the northern line to morden, get off at bank and then take the DLR to Lewisham and get off at cutty sark. It was like I had fallen into a rabbit hole like Alice not knowing where I was or where I was going. Thank God for me that in comparison to Alice I was able to simply follow the arrows on the wall. When I was sitting on the DLR towards cutty sark I was actually really proud of myself, everything had gone smoothly. Seeing that everyone else was listening to music I put mine on too and relaxed a little. When my stop came onto the screen I took off my headphones and when to one off the doors. I was almost there, yes! When suddenly a female voice announced that the escalators at cutty sark station were broken and I had to take the stairs. When I got off the DLR and got to the stairs I just stood there for five minutes desperately looking to the thousands of stairs. After that I said to myself; "Come on Astrid you can do that, one staircase at a time but you can do it!". I was in the middle of the second staircase when a man in a fluo vest came down and saw me struggling. He offered to carry my suitcase to the top. Now, that was the best welome present a stranger had ever given me!
