Here I am in my father's country. Sort of. There are a lot of pubs here, but no lawn mowers, so we're 50/50 here. I wish I had my green coat so I could do my famous jig. All the plane, train, bus business of today really wore me out. I seem to have a knack for getting to a city and being confused as to where my hostel is. The people here are FAR friendlier than London already--so that's been nice. I had a wee bit of a delay on my flight, so I didn't actually land until about 5pm, so by the time I took the bus (the driver hit on me, he had nice blue eyes and a nicer accent. I have made a promise to myself to keep my clothes on in
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