Day 003, Monday June 20 The blisters have amalgamated into one single conglomerate, they're organized, they've even got their own ministry now, making ludicrous demands such as "for the love of god stop walking!" I oblige, and am now sitting on a train bound for Salisbury, and have just finished writing some post cards which will likly arrive home shortly after I do. The reason for this (the blisters, not the post) isn't due to aloyudback tracking, rather simple biological mechanics anyone who walks around town for 12 hours straight would be lucky to be still in posession of their feet. But I'll still severly miss London, 2 days is not enough time to see everything, but we most definately made the most of it, and finished off with a giant plate of the best fish
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