Mar 19, 2007
Apr 21, 2008
Made it to the UK. Finally. Phew! No need to get unleash my rightous Air Marshal stink on any cute, innocent and cuddly members of the local t@liban
Kel was nice enough to come pick me up at the airport, bless her soul. Soon she was burning my clothes as I took a much needed shower in our new digs (AUD$750 per week for a 2 bedroom apartment - BARGAIN!). After I had cleansed and restored the Zen, it was off to Stonehenge and Bath (the town, not the thing in your bathroom). Did I mention it was forcast to reach a top of 5 with a chance of snow?
It all starts on Monday the 19th of March. Well, actually, it starts on Saturday the 17th March, when a bunch of 'friends' take me out for a farewell do, ply me with liquor, and give me a 2 day hangover. Thanks Guys :) This resulted the first inaugural sober catching of a plane I've experienced in recent history. A novel experience, and a bit of a waste of a $1300 all you can drink plane ticket if you ask me, but thems the brakes. I managed to stay mostly liquor free on the trip over, except for the odd spiked oj that was being handed out and communication problems with hosties (apparently pointing to your mouth and making a drinking motion means you want a beer. Does my reputation prescede me?). Any threat of inebriation was soon chased away by 13 hours in the window seat boxed in by a lovely 60 year old scottish granny who'd dosed up on the cabbage before getting on the plane. Thank goodness for those directional air conditioning vents! Needless to say customs waved me through in no time with only a token grilling and no mention of latex gloves. Must have been because by this time (approx 26 hours in the saddle) I looked like, smelt like and had the brain capacity of a hippy who hadn't seen the inside of a shower since that last reefer at woodstock...