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POST CURRY

Francis met up with us for the Curry, which was very good. I had this impression that service and food in the UK was nothing to write home about, but it seemed good to me - particularly the service. We left the restaurant and head to some other pub, god knows where, and sank another couple of warm ones. Interestingly, this photo really captures the state I was in when I took it. Getting home that night was a disaster. I had 8 minutes to get to the tube to get the last train to Marylbone Station, which gave me a about a minute to get to the last train to Amersham. That's when it started to rain, well, it was actually more like a deluge. I was sprinting through London as thunder and lightning was cracking loudly overhead, Nic was riding his bike next to me guiding me back to the tube. Thanks Nic I made it back to the tube (because I had completely lost my bearings at that point), and I made it to the last train to Amersham.

Unfortunately the combo of alcohol and jet lag got the better of me, and I passed out momentarily, only to come to as the train was leaving Amersham. Five minutes on, the train stopped at Greater Brissendon, and I got out, and wondered what the hell I was supposed to do. In Adelaide I might have walked the hour or so I guessed it would have taken me to get back, but not here. I found a small office in the car park of the station with TAXI written in large letters on the door, the office was manned by a young guy who let me wait in side, in the warmth. I was getting a bit shivery as I was still soaked to the bone. The cab driver who picked me up was an amiable fellow, who had a sister that lived in Stirling in the Adelaide Hills. He gladly drove me the 8 minutes it took to get back to Amersham probably because he knew he was gonna stiff me 18 friggin pounds!!