London Calling

Today is day one,
officially,
of the March 2006 UK tour.

We landed yesterday,
but spent the whole
day in a fog of Jet lag
and confusion.

Kristen Regester must be applauded
on her driving efforts, jumping
right into the thick of things
on the wrong side of the road.

We landed at London Heathrow,
our private car-hire man,
Peter Waugh, met us at the airport
with our rental, a 1992 Nissan Micro.

Kristen got in the drivers seat,
I got in the passenger seat with a map,
and we threw ourselves out onto M4,
a main highway outside of London.

Jesus Christ.

"Too close!"

"I know..!"

"too.. close.. on the left!"

"I know, be quiet, turn the radio off!"

"turn right here, stay on the left, turn right, left"

"argh..."

"too close!"

"I know, shut-up.. which way?"

"turn right on the left..."

Jesus Christ.

Kristen made this relatively intelligent observation:
Next time, in America, when you see a man and woman driving
slow and making strange arch-ing turns, before you yell at them,
consider this, they might be from England.

-p