the island.


France was finished after spending a really rather pleasant final evening in Montmartre with Paul and Lori. The next morning, Goob and I got on the Eurostar for London.

We stayed with Bob and Andrea. They were very gracious hosts and Goob has known Bob since she was four. Bob and Andrea live in Putney, so, despite it’s third transit zone status, it was kinda neat to feel what it might be like to live in London. I had only ever previously stayed in hotels and never really thought I got what London had to offer. We hung out with Jason, Andre, Nerissa and David the first night and ate some impressive curry. Because of the bank holiday, train service stopped rather early that evening and we were in no condition to find our way back to Putney so Dave let us sleep on his airbed.

The very next day was meant to be a bachelor party of sorts for Eric. We had a plan of hitting eight pubs, a kebab house, and Chinese takeaway. I have no idea how well we did.

As it turns out, living in London is a lot like living in Vancouver, except there are more people and they stay up later. It rains a lot, it’s cloudy even more, and they speak English. Go figure.

The night before we left for Wales, we trained into Cambridge for Melanie’s birthday at Bridges in Waterbeach.

Melanie and Eric had rented out all of the Pentre Bach cottages for the eighteen-some-odd guests that needed a place to stay for the night. This was a definite highlight of the trip. Pentre Bach is beautiful and the weather cooperated very nicely. Whilst staying in Llwyngwril, we climbed a few hills, had a few dinners, played a few games, sat by the fire and even watched a wedding. It really was an incredible feat to get two whole families to Wales for a week. Everyone had a fantastic time.

I don’t take pictures of people.

  • liam.

    excuse me, do you have any brown sauce?

  • admin

    they love that stuff. I get a lot of the culture, but I just don’t get brown sauce. does not appeal.