I'm back, did you miss me? Ahhh London, how much for your strongest hangover? Yes please, I'll take three.
I feel so very at home here. It's a dangerous thing for someone who set out in search of adventure. But I have to stay somewhere, the thing holding this whole adventure back is the processing time to register my motorbike. Three weeks or so, many forms to fill, grrr. Bureaucracy. A form of government, the authority of which is not so much to accomplish anything, but to obstruct accomplishment by anyone else.
Just found out that the bike store where I'll be purchasing from has closed for a few days, gone fishing or something, so I'll have to wait wait wait a few more days before hiking down there and pitching my tent for the first time. I sure hope they ain't taking my money and running, I did deal with them entirely by internet... Nahhh, that couldn't happen to me! Making the most of hot showers and good conversation, before I have to leave for the country again. Country. Why would you go?! It's a disgusting place, it's always wet, even when it's dry. There's nothing there. Farmers aren't really people, you know this. They're just necessary, we need somebody to kill cows. Haha, Dylan Moran :)
Hanging out with some lovely lovely people, saw a few live bands, drunk at a Cuban bar (had my first Negroni overseas, my fave cocktail. Haha, Cockfosters!), et Thai and Indian and something that squeaked when I bit it, really trying to enjoy every cent I spend. Still, this ain't my adventure, this is just filler. Padding. Fluff.
I don't know, this doesn't seem like how I'd envisioned my trip...
Meh.
My motto: When in doubt, drink.
My other motto: When in doubt, run.
