Start Me Up
Trip Start
Nov 26, 2009
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Trip End
Dec 22, 2009
Where I stayed
Jacko's Aunt Miggy's House
The adventure began at precisely 3.40pm, November 26, 2009, Melbourne time. Unfortunately, our flight waited an hour on the tarmac before taking off, but once up in the air, it was smooth sailing (or flying?), connecting through Kuala Lumpur on the way to Heathrow, where Jacko and I arrived very early in the morning. After a short wait to make it through UK Customs, we were in - we'd made it to Europe!
Jacko's auntie, Miggy, picked us up from the airport and to escape the traffic, took us to Jacko's grandmother's place in Farnborough, not far southwest of Heathrow. After pining for hours and hours, I had my first smoke in the UK after walking up to a cornerstore, and I got to hear lots of stories and see a few photos of Jacko when he was younger. Once the clock hit 10am though, we were on our way up to Saffron Walden, where we would be led astray. A very pretty town, but small in stature, we got to explore the township before heading to the pub, the Old English Gentleman, where Miggy's friends would end up on a late Friday afternoon. After trying horrible English beers (Adnam's, Wherry, Tribute and Titanic), all I have to say is that I didn't feel so well... after this event, we grabbed some Thai food for dinner, made our way home and crashed.
The next day was far more touristy, although there wasn't much to occupy us. We got to see the relatively huge cathedral for a small English town, had a nice English lunch at a nice English pub called the Temeraire, with cheap beer - but there's no such thing as a nice English beer, so we had Carlsberg. Before and after lunch, we explored the markets in the town square, where one extremely loud spruiker entertained us. We made our way to a pub called The Axe, where we sank Foster's, played darts, and got offered drugs by one of the locals there! Our night was then consumed by some beers and pool at the King's Arms, and a viewing of a cover band called The Rolling Clones. It wasn't very good.
Jacko's auntie, Miggy, picked us up from the airport and to escape the traffic, took us to Jacko's grandmother's place in Farnborough, not far southwest of Heathrow. After pining for hours and hours, I had my first smoke in the UK after walking up to a cornerstore, and I got to hear lots of stories and see a few photos of Jacko when he was younger. Once the clock hit 10am though, we were on our way up to Saffron Walden, where we would be led astray. A very pretty town, but small in stature, we got to explore the township before heading to the pub, the Old English Gentleman, where Miggy's friends would end up on a late Friday afternoon. After trying horrible English beers (Adnam's, Wherry, Tribute and Titanic), all I have to say is that I didn't feel so well... after this event, we grabbed some Thai food for dinner, made our way home and crashed.
The next day was far more touristy, although there wasn't much to occupy us. We got to see the relatively huge cathedral for a small English town, had a nice English lunch at a nice English pub called the Temeraire, with cheap beer - but there's no such thing as a nice English beer, so we had Carlsberg. Before and after lunch, we explored the markets in the town square, where one extremely loud spruiker entertained us. We made our way to a pub called The Axe, where we sank Foster's, played darts, and got offered drugs by one of the locals there! Our night was then consumed by some beers and pool at the King's Arms, and a viewing of a cover band called The Rolling Clones. It wasn't very good.


