No seriously. I was 2 days into an incapacitating illness aggravated somewhat by the seemingly incessant smoking, the copious drinking, the pushing and breaking of mental limits of the previous 5 weeks. Our saying of the trip was "...the journey is not to arrive in London in a well-preserved body but to skid in sideways, totally worn-out, shouting 'FU£K, What a ride!'..." Mission Accomplished. I spent the next 2 weeks in bed with the worst case of tonsillitis the emergency nurse had ever seen. Still if I did it over, I wouldn’t go any easier. In fact, I’d go harder. :)
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