London, wenches!
Shit man, I'm in this incredibly old city staying in a shoebox (a Manolo Blahnik shoebox, for the price) and it's pretty cool. I like that I understand everyone, everyone understands me and I don't have to feel apprehensive about asking questions or for directions because THEY SPEAK THE SAME LANGUAGE I DO!! With more accents than I've ever heard in one place at one time...except maybe when I was in Barton in 03.
I realised, upon checking in this afternoon, that this is the longest time I will have spent in an English-speaking country in 18 months.
They have Tesco, and laundromats, and clean tubestations, and people who seem to want to help me.
Fuck Korea, I'm moving to England!!
Just joking.
...I forgot to eat lunch. Problem with crossing small time zones during mealtimes on budget airlines.
Note: I said goodbye to teh Jagle this morning. I held it together til I was looking at British money this afternoon... then did my impersonation of a leaky jug until the present time. Jagle. I miss you.
I realised, upon checking in this afternoon, that this is the longest time I will have spent in an English-speaking country in 18 months.
They have Tesco, and laundromats, and clean tubestations, and people who seem to want to help me.
Fuck Korea, I'm moving to England!!
Just joking.
...I forgot to eat lunch. Problem with crossing small time zones during mealtimes on budget airlines.
Note: I said goodbye to teh Jagle this morning. I held it together til I was looking at British money this afternoon... then did my impersonation of a leaky jug until the present time. Jagle. I miss you.