Topic: Europe
Twelve hours in England. It's cold and dreary, totally in the wrong direction, suddenly overrun with mourners, and unfortunately the best way to get where I want to go. The Queen is as dead as the Pound but that hasn't stopped all the hotels jacking up their prices $500, because this may be the last chance to make a killing before someone turns the lights out. I arrive after midnight, and sleep in the airport with my 200 new friends . Next morning I meet up with a mate, while he was charged 10 pounds drop off charge for stopping to pick me up. Drive through the gloom to Marks and Spencer at Crawley. Get off at garage and walk 500meters to avoid drop off charge. Get back on plane. Highlight Company and Nice bacon roll, oj at M+S. Things not to miss, que for non existent taxis in middle of the night after bingle on M25 shut the ring road.
