My journey to Norfolk, a culinary adventure...

Last Thursday, I woke up at 3:30 PM. As I groggily collapsed from my bed to my floor and slowly shuffled over to my computer screen, the realization that my train would arrive in less than an hour hit me like a freight train. My eyes opened wide, blood pumped through my veins, adrenaline rushed through me giving me an instant burst of energy. I grabbed my suitcase, threw it open, and blindly tossed a handful of clothes into its depths. I raced over to my computer, turning it off and ripping out the plugs in mere seconds. By 3:35, I was ready to go. Then, I breathed. What was that smell?

After spelunking into my bag for some deodorant, I brushed my teeth and was on my way. I arrived at the train station at 4:08 PM, my train was to leave at 4:26. A glance at the ticket queue brought me to the self-service machine. Then, I was on the train. Mental note: Preparation for a five day trip only takes half an hour...

When I arrived at Jaime's house, I learned that my guitar had not arrived, and that we couldn't go to London this weekend because Jaime had to work. I'd like to thank the U.S. Airforce for both delivering my precious items in a timely fashion and allowing their hardworking employees time to spend with their families. You're doing a stand-up job...*thumbs up*

With less time gallivanting across London, Jaime and I focused on feeding ourselves instead...
I think it's safe to say that this was the most delicious and nutritious journey..ever..:-)

In other news, Jaime's dog Romeo still looks exactly like HBoO's dog Hickory...
So, overall, the weekend was pretty cool. I got to meet Jaime's crazy neighbors who are really cool. They gave me some stuff and took me out to the pub for dinner one night, really nice of them. During my epic return home, a nuclear bomb exploded pretty close to Peterborough train station...
Luckily, neither I nor my camera were vaporized in the blast. The explosion did only leave me and one other survivor, though...
Surprisingly, there was no structural damage. Good thing, too, because just a few minutes later my train arrived as scheduled and took me back to Newcastle, where I was able to write this blog entry..:-)

-Matt