Glasgow-go-go

After failing, once again, to secure a ride with my thumb, I returned to the house in Manchester, begging and pleading for another night’s accommodation. It was cool to stay another night, as I got to know Pete a bit better, as he only showed up on Monday night. I informed him that when he …

Hitching – Take II, Bugger, take it all.

Is there something wrong with me? I mean seriously… no one picked me up. Perhaps I’m too intimidating? Perhaps I am just too impatient. Or perhaps, and this is a stretch, I just really like mass transit systems so much, I am secretly sabotaging my hitchings. Anyway, embarked early this morning to hitch again. Took …

Mancunian Candidate

The bittersweet defeat of my unsuccessful attempt to hitch out of Ipswich has been tempered by the fact that I am again staying with some wonderful strangers. Woodbridge was great, a nice break from the fast pace of London. I mostly just sat around, read and watched TV. One day I headed into Ipswich and …

Ok, just in case ….

So, this entry isn’t really an “entry” per se, but rather just a quick update incase I get abducted when I attempt to hitch hike to Manchester tomorrow and am swept off into some human-trade slave organization – in which case I would not get to do an update, and I’m sure you’d all be …

Last Days In London

Well, once again I’m writing this on my laptop with hopes of posting it the following day. I was shown a cool backpacker’s Internet café today that only charges a ₤1 per hour of usage. I figure I’ll post this before I head back down to Andy and Margaret’s place and pick up the winter …

Feelin’ The Love In London

It’s a bit of a test to be writing this on my laptop, so as to save time on the Internet. Where to begin, where to begin… After braving the I90 and the outskirts of Buffalo; Vanessa, Dana and I arrived at the Buffalo-Niagara International Airport. I sorted myself out at the ticket counter, said …

Wanderlust

“Roads go ever ever on, Over rock and under tree, By caves where never sun has shone, By streams that never find the sea: Over snow by winter sown, And through the merry flowers of June, Over grass and over stone, And under mountains in the moon. Roads go ever ever on Under cloud and …