The next stop on my ‘Great Adventure’ is London, England. Anxiety and anticipation pump through my veins coinciding with the litres of coffee I had inevitably consumed earlier this morning. I’m not sure whether it’s the fact that my body is now probably a higher percentage of caffeine than blood, or the excitement of the day ahead looming over me, but as the train slowly creeps into the station, I bounce out of my seat and my feet push me forwards towards the exit of the carriage. As I hop off the train in Waterloo Station after what seems like weeks of watching every hedgerow, sheep, pylon and business commuter (complete with copy of The Guardian) pass by to the dulcet tones of “your conductor speaking”, I can’t help but feel a brief sense of relief,
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