Woking, Dorking and Bagshot
These are not, as you may assume at first glance, sexual euphemisms. They are actually the names of towns I saw as my cousin drove us back to their house on the A3. I've managed to stay an extra day in the UK to see some family members I hadn't seen in a while, and bask a bit in the weather. After living in meteorogically monotonous Phoenix AZ, it's quite the treat. Although the strange names of places definitely make for a surreal experience amidst the relative normalcy of urban London.
I've found that in my short time here I've become more and more desirous of being the cause of an "ugly American" episode. I can't help it. Every time I look at a smug British face I want to start shouting about how "they owe us for pulling their gibblets out of the fire during dubya dubya two!" and how their internet sucks.
Speaking of which, what kind of way is it to run a 21st century economy with such limited access to the inter-web-net? The only wireless network I found as at a loathed Starbucks location and apparently they're still running 802.11a or something primitive like that. What use is a wonderfully sleek laptop if you can't show it off to the local yokels? Fortunately there is some connectivity though as you can see I have to wait far too late for it to become available. I don't know what I shall do when I am in "Darkest Africa" although I gather I'll have an easier time overall. No need to worry gentle reader, I will do my level best to provide you with the very best in lo fat travel writing.
Now I have to go insult the Queen. Ta for now!