"I don't think of all the misery, but of all the beauty that still remains." -Anne Frank
Countries Travelled

English winters no more

As much as I love my own country for it's, it's, it's...well I'm sure I love it deep down, I'm off on a boat to float around the ocean for a few weeks looking at fish and rocks, somewhere in Indonesia.

Walking around London has the same sensation as a ball in a pin ball machine, being attacked by a rabid eight year old boy, desperate to play but with no change. Does anyone say 'excuse me', or are they all built with steel plate elbows for maneuvering me out of the way? What has confused me even more is everyone keeps staring for some bizarre reason. I checked my face to make sure half my sandwich wasn't falling out of mouth. I checked that I was wearing a bra and not trailing toilet paper behind me. I have come to the conclusion that the oddity was the fact that I was smiling, and I'm not sure whether many Londoners have seen that for a while.

So now I'm going to take my smile back to another country where they smile back at me, instead of looking at me like I should be locked up. Or maybe I should be and I've got the wrong end of the stick.

Jeff in the uk

There is something about drinking in London that brings out the worst in us. I think it could be the fact i'm not used to the real level of alcohol that gets served here, instead of the watered down version in other countries. As this photo portrays so well.