Well, I've arrived in London, England. It's 22 degrees here and I'm sweating buckets. Once I arrived in the airport, I was in fact interrogated (or close to) by the customs official who apparently did not understand the meaning of a work vacation visa. After about 15 minutes of her asking me the same questions repeatedly, she finally let me go to let the other people in line proceed.
After collecting my luggage, I went to find the bus that would take me directly to my hostel. I searched for about half an hour before I asked an official, who promptly stated that it had stopped running. First hurdle. How do I get to my hostel? I don't know where to go? I finally figured out how to get there, and 2 hours later, I arrived at the hostel..
Not dead... yet
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