Ah, England.
A land that greets its guests with fog, in the middle of summer, and utterly fails to dismiss any of its stereotypes.
A land where the sun does not set so much as duck below the horizon for a cup of tea and a chocolate digestive.
A land where four exhausted, grimy backpackers can get on to and fall asleep for an hour on what is essentially commuter transportation at peak hour on a Tuesday without any of the pantsuit-wearing locals so much as batting an eyelid.
But there's a station called Cockfosters, which makes me snigger.
London is huuuuuuuuge.
I want a shower.
I want a tube map.
I should not be writing right now.
I wrote this yesterday morning on the train. Don't worry, I got my shower.
< Dramatis Personae Subclass >
Thu Jun 26 02:28:11 2014
Good to see you guys made it ok!
I also exhaled sharply at 'cockfosters'