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We’re on a train back from Milton Keynes now, after visiting with Tam. Luckily, it wasn’t such a dogshow this time getting on the train. We managed to get onto a Virgin Train this time as well, which was supposed to be way better and more comfortable… we’re still stuck on the floor of this train… squatting on our backpack, and watching an episode of Scrubs on Hopeful (Thats the name of my new notebook).

I’m hopefully going to be able to convince Gavin tonight about buying my video camera and things over the web for me, and then let me give him the cash. We’re also hoping to get to 1stContact this week, to organise some bank accounts over here. They’re a company that Tam’s roommate works for, which gives people who have just arrived in the country all the things that they’ll need to get started. It prevents you from waiting, like, 3 months for a bank account, and comes with a rad “nommie” card, which you can phone home with for a bucket load of free minutes.

There was no reception in Milton Keynes, so for all the peeps who tried to contact us whilst we were there, we’re sorry for the zero-response, but it was out of our control. We stayed in a little village outside of Milton Keynes, called Woburn. Woburn is super strange. I’ll let Jenbug tell you more about it in her post, because I’m tired of writing all the posts these days

As I said in the last one, tomorrow is the day that the visa application gets sent through to the embassy, so we’re holding thumbs for that all to go alright. I’ve also decided to maybe look into buying some random flight into Spain or France, or even Italy, sometime in the next month or two, and then booking some random accomodation in a hostel somewhere, so I can give them some more forms to take tomorrow and hopefully give me access to a longer visa. This is all in the hands of the French, though, and they’re hands that I’ve come to hate. Ugly hands. French hands.

I felt like a real Saffer this weekend, missioning around with our backpack with the SA flag sewn on. People in Woburn stare a lot, but not just because we were tourists, but rather, just because they are rich and dodgy. Rich people. Dodgy rich.

Anyways… Train is almost back into London. Gotta get out of the doorway!