Cheerio!

Yes, that's right, your favorite intrepid travelers have finally made it to London! The rug-vendor-free land of drinkable tap water! And what a welcome we received! British airways was prompt, served us a meal, even got all classy offering wine with dinner (I went with OJ). Upon landing, we were greeted by Kate's father Paul, world traveller and host extraordinaire. He waited for us outside of customs, drove us back to his house, and offered us our own bedrooms and bathrooms, drinks and food off all varieties (so far: pizza, waffles and steak), and his amazingly cool dog: Duke, to make us feel at home. Last night he introduced us to the wonderful tv show "my name is earl" and we went to sleep early and comfortably. Duke chilled with me as I read a little bit of my book and we awoke the next day to the aforementioned waffles. Meg showed us the laundry room and let us refuel our clean-clothes supply (Andy was on his last pair of boxers for at least the 3rd time this trip). Mark and Nate are great and the only regret is that Kate, the daughter of Paul and Meg and a former dorm-mate, is a continent away.

Although our hos's hospitality would have made us happy to stay in Cobham all day, we decided to take advantage of the lack of rain and see London. There are details but they are boring, in stark contrast to the rest of my blog posts, so I will skip them. Eventually we met up with Irungu, our fellow Jerry-mate who is currently and I-banker in London. We hung out, saw that the apartment full of I-bankers was living on a budget smaller than ours due to banking and paycheck timing, and tracked down some (relatively) cheap chinese food in his neighborhood. Later we took the train back to Cobham, and I got Andy mad at me by deciding to walk in the rain (the nice weather stopped about 8:00PM) back to the house.

London is quite a change, we are comfortable, stress free, and ready to see more of the city! I will leave the gory details to my illustrious and sopping-wet travelmate!