Day 3: October 13th, 2011. It’s a weird and horrible feeling to wake up not knowing where you’ll be sleeping next, and that’s the first inkling I got that what I’m doing the next few months is basically being a glorified homeless person, or at least one going from one soup … Get hard
Day 1-2, October 11-12th, 2011 (Continued). Perhaps I was being melodramatic, or perhaps Customs Guy was having a laugh at my expense, but it was one of the scariest and most upsetting moments in my life for a moment there. But I get on the Tube (London’s tyrannical subway system), and … Get hard
Day 1-2, October 11-12th, 2011. Immediately, the trip has paid off. I’m in the isle seat next to two girls traveling together to Iceland for some behemoth Bjork concert. I summon my inner Hugh Grant, relishing in the serendipity, about to compliment their tookuses (can you pluralize tookus?) when I realize … Get hard