• The Road Goes Ever On: 3 Weeks in Britain

    “I Showed You Yours, Now You Show Me Mine.”

    September 7, 2003 - By 

    Note to self — must find memory card with nude shot of me and delete it because david would not let me take recipocal reciprocal nude picture of him. Second note to self — probably not good idea to drink pint of Fuller’s ESB AND half bottle of molto deliszioso Pinot Grigio in same evening. My handwriting was adversely affected by all the alcohol coursing merrily through my veins that evening. It’s kind of hard to convey this in a post without it looking like it was run through a spammer’s reverse-spellchecker (how many ways can you spell Viagra? Well,…

  • The Never-Ending Bloga

    Good Food Exists In Britain

    September 6, 2003 - By 

    Sept. 6th – Arrival Day. We’ve not done so badly at the end of our first day. With the help of friendly locals, we’re actually found a nice pub, eaten too good meals, and dealt with the confusing, crowded maze of corridors and transportation options on arrival at Heathrow and then Paddington Station. The hotel is a bit of a let-down — the rooms are tiny, but they’ve been updated to a pretty high standard. Breakfast tomorrow will be the test. At least the place has a lift (elevator!).

  • The Road Goes Ever On: 3 Weeks in Britain

    3 Weeks In England? What Will You Eat?

    September 5, 2003 - By 

    Departure Day: September 5th 2003, in flight The moon’s reflection slid along the port (left!) wing and we were off on the Big Trip to England. Another trip, another travel journal, and another vague promise to actually keep up with the jotting down of impressions, experiences, fleeting glimpses, and anecdotes. Well, we’ll see. Everything in italic is pretty much as I wrote it in the travel journal I took along. Any glaring boo-boos are corrected in (bold), and be advised that opinions and preconceptions changed in surprising ways!