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TAKING A BATH

Great news today! The staff of my dorm, Reid Hall, left bags of duvets and pillows sitting around the main desk while emptying out a storage room. My bed is now comfortable.

Before.

Before.

After.

After.

(edit, two hours later) I walked into my room and my roommate pointed to his bed, proudly shouting, “Four duvets! I am now sleeping like a king!” So I grabbed another bag of comforters. Truly, we are sleeping on the beds of royalty. The colors clash like it’s their destiny, but at least now my top comforter matches the curtains. And ah! the four-layered comfort supreme!

What an eventful weekend. During my tour of the Roman baths on Saturday, I was struck by the smoothness and warmth of the ruins, the longevity of  life I felt underneath everything around me. Looking into the frigidarium, I saw more coins than I’ve ever seen in a fountain before, like I could jump in and grab an armful rich enough to fund the rest of my semester. Later on, I stopped at a small café and bought my first proper Cornish pasty. Lots of butter, lots of potatoes, lots of unidentifiable, slightly spongy meat. Delicious at the time and very filling, but I don’t think I’ll be having another very soon, unless I’m very strapped for cash.

So, like, tomorrow.

The short: it was a great trip, in spite of the three-hour bus ride there and four-hour bus ride back.

Unfortunately, my camera had only enough battery for one picture.

Unfortunately, my camera had only enough battery for one picture.

On Monday, during art class, I learned the nuts and bolts of sketching (finally) at the British Museum. Afterward a couple of us went on a little tour of the Egyptian/Mesoptamian exhibits. Here’s a little gallery of a sketch and the walk we took…

Please excuse the first three. I could not figure out how to exclude them from the gallery. I’ll have to try later when I’m not falling asleep.

Tuesday and Wednesday were sort of a wash, besides the very exciting (and overly complicated) booking of plane tickets on Ryanair.com. Oh? I didn’t tell you–

I’m spending a week in Ireland next month! Backpacking the Cliffs of Moher, and then exploring around wherever the wind takes us. Well, sort of.

Not much else new, that I can remember. Tuckered out. Tried some new candy bars. Should have those up soon.

Time for bed! Yeah!

-C

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THE STORY IN PICTURES

You can hover over the pictures with your mouse for a little extra information.

charles de gaulle terminal, paris.

charles de gaulle terminal, paris.

baker street station exit.

baker street station exit.

my lovely room.

my lovely room.

lost on the way to camden I

lost on the way to camden I

lost on the way to camden II

lost on the way to camden II

lost on the way to camden III

lost on the way to camden III

a walk in regent's park I

a walk in regent's park I

a walk in regent's park II

a walk in regent's park II

imperial war museum I

imperial war museum I

imperial war museum II

imperial war museum II

imperial war museum III

imperial war museum III

I’ll have pictures as actual parts of posts from now on, so this doesn’t happen again.

CHAPTER ONE: TWO DAYS WITHOUT SLEEP

I-93, 1:30pm. Wednesday.

As the wizard said to the adventurer in the middle of the night: it is time. Boston is in sight as I’m writing this entry on my tiny little netbook (thank you, Dad), and my family and I are sitting in a traffic jam on the way. Don’t know why I should be writing about traveling when many more people have gone to much more interesting places than England, but then again, I have never taken a trip like this before. And my family wants to keep informed.

With luck I’ll have something interesting to say.

Interesting thing number one (for those of you interested in ultralight travel): I managed to pack everything in one bag (more or less), as I hoped, and even keep it under 22 pounds (if not ultralight, at least very very light, considering the amount of things I managed to pack, and under the 12 kg limit imposed by Air France at any rate). Still scared that they won’t take it on the plane, but that is likely paranoia caused by an entire summer spent listening almost exclusively to Radiohead. I’m willing to cooperate with anything, as long as I don’t have to check (lose) my bag.

Boston, 4:00pm

Again, for those interested, here is what I brought (including things I wore):

4 shirts

5 t-shirts

2 pairs trousers

cashmere sweater—lightweight and warm; perfect! Also, can’t beat five bucks at Goodwill.

Rain Jacket

7 (!) pairs socks

6 pairs underwear

necktie scarf, bandanna

belt

knit cap, mitten-gloves

cedar chips (for the sweater)

fleece sleeping bag

toiletries

car shammy disguised as an expensive innovative personal camping towel

umbrella

clothesline

medicines

stationery

identification and paperwork

cell phone, camera, netbook, mp3 player, flash drive

electronic odds and ends

All packed in my WUNH messenger bag and MEI Voyageur backpack. Pictures later, kiddies.

Boston, 4:18pm

Twentyseven minutes until boarding. I swear, I just saw an Indian version of Chris Liquori walk by.

Paris, 8:22am. Thursday.

Charles de Gaulle is a pretty airport, well-designed like the rest of this place. The food was quite excellent during the flight, which was a good change from the usual molded protein and mystery meat found in airlines. I would expect nothing less from the french. I am glad I flew Air France; it was a good flight and I even made a single-serving friend. I only wish I could have slept more—I ended up strolling up to the terminal at Charles de Gaulle and taking a very pleasant nap on one of these stylish recliners they put right in front of a big window facing the airfield. Airbus boards in an hour. Think I’ll watch a movie before my netbook dies. 

London, 7:16pm

I made it here, all in one piece. Jumped on the Tube just as the doors were closing; my backpack got caught in the doors and I had to squeeze my way in. It was pretty much like a movie. The Tube is a very smooth ride, and very clean and neat, especially compared to the Subway in New York or the T in Boston. I am extremely jet-lagged tonight, and almost totally surrounded by strangers—if not for the girl in the program who I happened to meet over the summer in a class I was taping, I would feel very isolated right now.

But I am in London. I must remind myself of that… in London, and about to spend three and a half months here. I just need to be more awake to enjoy it. I tried sitting on these excellent lawn chairs during a walk I took in the park to take it all in, but after about fifteen minutes I discovered that I had to pay the grumpy man in the yellow vest four quid or else get lost.

So I took in the Queen’s Gardens instead. Now I am running in zombie mode until going to not-really-required-but-strongly-encouraged trip to the pub at eight to meet the hall staff.

Can’t… keep…

eyes…