Stranger in a kinda-strange land.

Yep, I finally made it to London, after many a delay. I've been crammed into just about every vehicle possible in the past 3 days, be it airplane, train, automobile or bus. It's been great.

I heard there was some kind of wedding happening here this weekend or something. A prince or something? Who knows. Maybe this wedding was why my ride took 3 hours to get to the airport. It's possible. Maybe it's the fact that everybody drives on the wrong side of the road. This wouldn't be such a problem if the roads weren't so narrow you could lay down crossways and bump your head and your toes on opposite curbs at the same time. It also wouldn't be a problem if everybody didn't park all over the already-rail-thin roads. It also might not be a problem if everyone didn't drive 125 miles a hour down these winding, thin, car-infested roads. Maybe. That's what makes it, exciting, though.

Stayed in Bath the first night, then journeyed to Wales for the next evening. This would explain my lack of posting or e-mail response, since I've been internetless since arriving. Internet access isn't high on the priority list for the Welsh, I guess. I will say this, though. Welsh people are very nice, very cool and will drink you under the table, no matter how experienced you are. I'm going to use the excuse that I've been wretchedly jetlagged since I got here. My body refuses to adjust, sadly. You'd think the insomnia would do me well, since I'm supposed to be up when the insomnia would hit anyway, but that's just not the case. Get me comfortable for more than 45 seconds and I'm liable to dose off. Good thing our car was microscopic, eh?

Speaking of microscopic, my sister's flat fits the definition quite nicely. It's 75% stairs, since it's 3 stories, yet the rooms are roughly the size of my bathroom back home. I tell you what, I'm just too damn big for this country. And I'm really not that big. Yeesh.

I know I'm rambling here, but that's okay. Another thing I want to mention is British TV. It's so crappy that it's awesome. Imagine if Fox handled everybody's reality TV shows, but they did it with less class and no censorship. That's British TV. If I lived here I might actually watch more than two shows a week. Good thing I don't live here. Yet.

Speaking of living here in London, I'd suggest taking out a second and third mortgage if you wish to actually be able to pay for anything, like say, food here. This is the single most expensive place I've ever been to, and that's saying something, since I've also been to Tokyo. London spends Tokyo right under the table, believe me. Strangely enough, though, beer is much cheaper, it seems. I'll have a whole post about pubs soon enough. I think I'm going to miss those the most, I can already tell.

I'll have to give a pictorial recap of my weekend with pictures later, since it's midnight already. Got some good ones, expecting to get a lot more now that I'm back in London proper for 4 days.

Somebody outside is playing The Strokes rather loudly. I thought the British were supposed to be ahead of the curve and cooler musically? Somebody is letting me down, here.