No pirates so far.

On Friday, after failing to get national Insurance Numbers, we spent most of the day in the Tate Modern, a MASSIVE modern art gallery in the center of London. Suffering from Jet Lag, and in my case, a head-cold / flu, we escaped London on Saturday, heading for penguin's, Cornwall.

Penzance is located on the very southern tip of the English south coast, the "Boot of England" if you will. My Grandparents on my Dad's side have a house near the sea front here, and they are always very welcoming to visitors and parasites like myself. To add to the list of strange things that have occurred so far this Journey*, the train arrived on time after it's five hour journey from London.

The day after we arrived, my grandparents drove us all over to St. Ives, a small town on the north coast of "Das Boot". Ninety percent of the buildings, and the entire town as a whole is "really cute", according to Shan. A lot of the houses were built before Canada was even founded. In between admiring the town, and the Ocean views, I was able to locate a Chicken and Mushroom Pie. Mission successfully.

As of today (Tuesday) I've mostly fought off the Jett Lag, but the tail end of the Flu is still curtailing any "true adventures". Or in other words, I have not felt well enough to go to the Pub yet so far.

beeeer....

Live from London:

We made it to the UK! Ya ya!

Day 2 and we are both still Jet lagged.

Shannon's best quote of the trip so far: "Look at all the brick..."

Off to get National Insurance numbers (if we can) and have quick peek at the city (i.e. the Tate Modern for Shannon and some random food source for me).

Time is scarce, so as they say here, Ta Ta for now!

I'm leaving on a...

One more sleep till England!

Well, that's how I used to measure the time till Christmas day arrived, and it still seems more accurate then those more grown up "day" things I keep hearing about.

Shannons method of actually packing in a timely fashion has led to 99% of both Shannon and my packing being done (Yes Col, that 1% left over IS the smoked salmon, at the least it can help prove my Canadian citizenship if I ever loose all my I.D.). Already. So done in fact that I'm a little worried. As I said before, packing is not my strong point. I not happy unless I'm looking for my passport 2 mins after we were supposed to leave for the ferry. Being done the night before...well it just fills me with uneasiness.

The only thing left now is the journey itself. I am left wondering what sort of disaster's this omen of early packing might signal: The Ferry, Bus, or airport could break down/explode/defect to the Liberals.

My money is on catastrophic Luggage failure. I can just imagine fellow passengers fleeing as my undergarments are propelled towards them at high speed. A poor Germen tourist being air-lifted off the boat after failing to avoid a pair of airborne jeans.

Or our fellow ferry passengers might revolt in a similar manner as those currently aboard the QM2. Only this time seizing the ship in order to follow yet another pod of majestic killer whales.

Our largest bone of contention among the members of E.S.E.T.P.C (The East Sooke European Trip Planning committee) is which ferry to catch. The 9am or the 11am? It's too close to call.

So I guess we should make it to the plane, as long as the Whales keep a low profile.

Of course, something could happen to the plane itself. Crash on a tropical island, or with our flight plan, an Iceberg. At least those guys on Lost earn a decent salary. And the smoked Salmon will keep us alive until we learn to hunt the Penguins. Or they learn to eat us.

T -2 days and counting. Moral: hungry but happy

I have not even started to pack yet. Today is Monday, "The Flight" is on Wednesday, you do the math.

"Not packing" is my normal method of preparing for just about any journey, and in most cases is due to pure procrastination on my part.

Not this time. This time fate handed me a list that looks like it was written by a group of reality TV show producers on a drinking binge:

1. Head to Victoria Law courts to explain that the jury duty summons I received two days ago will conflict with the fact that I Wont Be In the Country.
2. Vote in Canada's version of Survivor: The Federal Election (as of this writing the Conservative tribe has won the food, but I don't think they will survive the immunity challenge).
3. Visit UPS to get my skateboard and camera released from customs hold, fail.
4. Phone UPS and explain travel plans, times. UPS agrees to waive brokerage fee, but package still delayed for 24 hours.

Now it's time for me to figure what I want to "not pack".

First post....testing blog...