Day 3: Walking at Last!
November 6th 2008 My roommate had gone for breakfast by the time my alarm went off. So after having had a relaxed wash, I made my way down to breakfast at exactly 09h00. As I wandered into the restaurant, I was greeted by a sea of pale faces and a babble of Estuary English. I vowed there and then never to go and stay in a hotel frequented by Brits again! Nothing was right - there were no fried eggs, the tea tasted
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