1. 1969 England My Country, the home of the free.
Trip Start
Jun 17, ????
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Trip End
Ongoing
So, my first trip to Europe was by canal. The birth canal. After some months in dark, cramped quarters, I found my myself in Dorking Hospital and understandably enough, started screaming. Well, I'm not sure what else I did that day, but I assume that I must've got pretty hammered, because frankly, the next few years are something of a blank. Some early disappointments do come to mind. For example, I had thought that my accommodation was fairly exclusive, but then I found myself sharing with two blokes. Things took a severe dip when I discovered that I had to go to school - FOR ELEVEN YEARS! That seemed bad enough. Imagine my feelings when I found out that I would have to work for at least FORTY! Despite these set backs, I have enjoyed my time in England and, indeed, I even bought a home here in Sussex, somewhere to stay for my frequent visits. Yes, no matter where I go, I always like to come back to Blighty and now that I have learned to speak English fluently, I feel that I can blend in seamlessly with the natives.

