UK bound…
And so, in an effort to shake things up and stretch my legs after four years of university, I quit my day job and away to England and points East.
It was time to return unto the motherland and an immanent family reunion in Cambridge made the decision easy. An uncomplicated series of flights trains and busses brought me to the Walrus Hostel in Lambeth, London. A proper pint of bitter, a walk-about, and some warm conversation grounded me into this new reality (having just come off a two day camping bender).
London, to state the explosively obvious, is big.
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