Back In England

It would be mean to try and explain the trip in one half-cut post. So I won't.

The trip is over and we're back home. Stupidly, I left my stress inducing laptop in Cornwall. I'm in London. This means I have sporadic access to the internet, which means I haven't had the chance to write much. This makes me sad.

I'm gonna be on the job and flat hunt for the next few weeks so this is another solemn farewell from the blogoshere (damn I hate that word).

I'll try and find some time to explain the trip in one post. One day.

That was fun

Firstly, I apologise for not keeping a running commentary on this one. Wi-Fi hot spots aren't as readily available or as free as they are in England. Especially the ones situated on the slip roads of service stations in the pissing rain in the middle of Western Europe.

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Day One: Get On The Road

Maybe drinking Zubrowka last night wasn't the best plan. Myself and Dunk woke up at about 9.00 this morning, blurry of head.

We still haven't vacated his apartment. There's still plenty of preparation work to be done. Dunk has found his passport. Which we assume will be of some use on this trip. I need to unload some stuff from my backpack. There's also been some techy action like charging mobile phones, cameras, downloading FTP clients (don't ask me), setting up a Twitter account that we hope people will follow. Plus our mate Russ has kindly donated a mini laptop with a broken screen - so apologies for any typos that may occur on the right hand of the page.

But before we go anywhere, it's time for a cup of tea and some toast. Not going anywhere on an empty stomach!

Pre-mission Update

The backpack has been packed, emptied and repacked. Seriously, how the hell do you prepare for a trip like this?

With fingers firmly crossed for good weather, a spare pair of trousers, plenty of socks and pants and a few t-shirts is basically all there is. Sleeping bag; check. Passport; check. That should just about cover it.

The main problem is not knowing quite how long it's going to take to get to Warsaw. Two, three, maybe ten days? It's a bit of a leap of faith this one.

On top of that, there is the move to London after the trip to take into account. Couple of black shirts, bar blade and guitar to be put in storage for future bar and busking work; check. All right. Let's get this show on the road. Or at least, let's get to London first.

And so I sit, on my sofa counting the hours until my train departs from town. Two hours to go. I think I'll be longing for scheduled transport in the coming days.