This year, I had the opportunity to go to the biggest comic convention in UK – MCM Comic Con London 2017. The event lasted for three days starting from the 27 to the 29 October.
I met a lot of people and it was nice to see cosplayers, who spent hours’ worth of effort in their costumes, show off their creativity on the show floor. I was there on the Saturday and the Sunday (missed out of the Friday) and managed to loads of photos and film some material for my vlog.
But getting to the venue was a completely different story and my experience was different from all the other conventions I have been to.
I want to get one thing out of the way here – I do NOT live in London and have only been to London once and it was a long time ago. The Underground and public transport scares me so when I was travelling there from Manchester, I knew I was going to get lost there. So, I thought it would be wise to take a direct train to Euston and then make my way (somehow) to the place I had reserved via Airbnb.
I had purchased my train tickets a good one and half month prior to my travel and the same for my Airbnb stay.
Six days before I set out though, I got an email from Airbnb saying that my booking with my host has been cancelled but because I had been racking up overtime at my workplace (travelling to London isn’t cheap), I did not have the time to check my emails. 24 hours before I was going to set off, I decided to check the Airbnb app for the address of the place I was staying and that’s when I realised, I was screwed.
A quick and frantic search on Airbnb site led to a listing that was 15 minutes away from the venue by foot. The price was near enough the same so I decided to take the plunge and went ahead with it.
The booking came through and the host was helpful.
On Friday, the day of my travel which also happened to be the first day of MCM Comic Con London, I was working till 12:30. My train was at 14:30 so I gave myself two hours to drive home, say goodbye to my parents, take a bus to Picadilly Train Station and chill till it’s time for my train’s departure.
Everything was going great until I reached the train station. Turns out, the Virgin train service to Euston has been suspended because some man got hit by train. Loads of questions ran through my mind. The good thing was, all tickets purchased would be honoured by Transpennine service. The bad news was, I was not the only one travelling to London that day. Not only the seat that was reserved for me on Virgin was no longer available to me, I also had to change service from Leeds to King’s Cross station.
The train was packed to Leeds and I had to stand all the way to the station.
When I got off at Leeds, I thought about getting something to eat. There was a shop of sorts at the station. I had two bags on me – on my back and the other was suitcase. Because I wanted to purchase a bacon sandwich and a tea, I left my suitcase in the lobby (in plain sight) and went in store. I got my tea, grabbed my sandwich and made my way to my suitcase. I sat down on the seat and began munching down until I saw a woman walk in with a security operative and pointed towards my suitcase. In that once instance, I knew exactly what had happened.
The security officer looked at me and asked if that was my bag. I said to him that it was and the reason I left it out here was because I could not carry a hot drink, a sandwich and push a suitcase at the same time. I apologised for creating an alarm, to which the operative responded with a friendly, ‘no problem, mate!’ and went on his way.
‘Oh, well’, I thought and soldiered on. What should have been a two-hour journey to Euston ended up a staggering five hour long torturous ordeal.
I looked at the screen to King’s Cross service and there was no platform number or time. I shrugged and walked to the nearest bench. My legs were aching and I was still trying to get my head around what just happened. I glanced at the screen again and lo and behold, the time was up and was the platform number.
I had 10 minutes to make my way from one end of the station to the other. Not a problem but when you do not know where the heck is platform 9 and your legs are killing you – it is a bit difficult to run.
Somehow, I managed to make my way to the train and boarded on it. I even managed to nab me a seat too, which was cool.
On my way to King’s Cross, I got a message off from my host at Airbnb and I told them what had just happened. They sent me instructions on how to get to Pontoon Docks where their apartment was and which services to take. Upon my arrival I purchased an Oyster card braced myself to face my worst nightmare – the complex public transportation service of London.
Don’t get me wrong, I think the London Public Transport is very effective but it is very complicated too. The good thing was, instructions my host went me were clear so I reached the apartment safe and sound.
I fell on my bed and shut my eyes. My legs were killing me.
The thing is, I had been working for seven days in a row at my workplace before I set off to London. So, while the Comic Con was amazing, my legs were pain and were stiffing up. On the Saturday, I spend the whole day walking around taking pictures and filming for my vlog. When the convention finished, I went to Foxy’s and partied there too which I regret doing now.
By Sunday, I could barely walk.
On the last of the convention, I didn’t have it in my. I didn’t feel like filming or taking pictures and was just super tired. I remember finishing early and just doing to my apartment to pull off an early night.
On the Monday, I travelled back and the direct train from Euston to Manchester was a pleasure to travel in.
Overall, the experience was good which could have been better if my legs were not sore.