Written on 11 April 2019
Sergio saved one dollar for every two he earned, so desperate was he to see the Millenium Dome on the Greenwich Peninsula in rainy old London.
It took him just shy of three years to earn enough. He arrived at Heathrow and hopped straight on the underground. He'd memorised the route. Piccadilly line to Green Park. Jubilee line to North Greenwich. He'd been in the air for 10 hours, but could not wait.
When he arrived he was mildly disappointed.
He decided to hang around and watch the show at the arena. But it was Maroon 5, a band Sergio didn't particularly care for, so he ended up leaving halfway through. He was mildly impressed with the acoustics, but felt like the arena itself was a little soulless.
To top off what had proved to be an anticlimactic day, he was approached by police, who were curious why he'd been hanging round all day. They ended up arresting him on terrorism charges, and he spent his first night in London in a cell, while the police ran checks on him. They just couldn't believe that he was that keen to see the Millenium Dome.
Sergio, utterly exhausted and deflated, went to his hotel in Bayswater. The rest of his trip was pleasant enough, but it never fully recovered from the Dome disappointment.