Manchester -> Rancid, Roydon/London and take off!

      From Manchester I took a short train to Dewsbury.  The train conductor was really nice! I just about missed the train by one second because all the doors were closed. I asked the conductor where the train was headed and he let me pop in the front to the cabin where all the controls are. I was excited thinking that I was going to get to ride in the front the whole way!

     He then opened the door behind me and let me into the normal passenger car.  It was absolutely packed!!  I ended up sitting on my backpack on the floor in the hallway of the train.  Since I was in such a rush I didn't have time to contemplate whether I was going to buy a ticket or not.  When he came by and asked me for my train ticket I showed him my week pass for the buses in Manchester. He smiled, even though it wasn't valid for that train, and said thank you.  This was the second time I had encountered such a sweet conductor in my rides through Europe.   I just love proving that people are loving and giving!

    Before I knew it I had arrived in Dewsbury, just outside of Leeds where I would meet my new host.  He was a Scottish lad from Edinburgh who loved suba diving, telling haunting stories and spicy food more than anything.

    That night I made him chicken with mushrooms, fresh ginger, sweet potatoes and spicy peppers to munch on.

Those orange peppers are called scottish bonnets.
Don't let their name fool you! They are *SO* spicy! He just about turned purple.

      I do believe he loved it! ... and washed it down with a few pints of cider.  He told me those haunting stories about his trips around Scotland.
      Apparently one of his friends bought this haunted house.  The dog would always go crazy, the lights would flicker... you know? the normal haunted house type story.  Basically, they had an issue with the electrical or something and went to do some construction which entailed fixing the chimney.  When they opened up the chimney which had been sealed with bricks they found the corpse of a little girl. ....the little girl who they had seen as a ghost.   :/

     On that note..... 

Cheers! 

       The next day was the night of the Rancid concert in Leeds.  We took a short train into town, got there early enough to buy a ticket and got a mulled wine from the Christmas market.  (The whole restaurant structure behind us was temporary just for the event that would last a few weeks.)

        After that I was off on my own to see Rancid.  I was sad I wasn't home to see it with my good friend Torrey but I decided I was going to have a good time anyway.  At first I was standing in the corner feeling alone and awkward.
        I started moving into the crowd just a little bit. Before I knew it there was an older gentleman who was short and totally built with a shaved head and a younger friend behind telling me to join them in the mosh pit.  It turned out to be perfect! They were there for a good time, just like me and could keep me off the ground if I fell.  Safety first right?!  :P

        Here are a couple clips from the concert:

 

  This song used to be my alarm clock when I was 18.  :p

If I fall back down, you're gonna be my friend!

       After the show I bought a little souvenir, walked outside and looked for my host.   At the time he was no where to be found.  I was worried for a minute.  

      What seemed like seconds later; I had wifi and a text saying the last train was about to leave.  We met back up with him, scurried back to the station and luckily jumped back on the last train home!

     The next morning was quite beautiful.  Blue skies, a bit of sun and maybe even some frost on the ground.  I looked up my route and found that I wasn't too far from the freeway home.  Hitchhiking was definitely the plan!

       As you can see above I was very bundled up!   With my still overpacked 50 lb/ 23 kg backpack I was off.  Of course I really had no idea where I was going.  It would be just down the street, take a left and keep walking.  No sweat!  Right?

       Well, what google maps doesn't automatically mention is the landscape.  It would be two miles on a steep incline.  I figured I'd just start hitchhiking from right then and there.  With my thumb out and a can do attitude I climbed and climbed for at least 40 minutes with all the extra weight.  My legs were burning and I was definitely getting hot.  I only had another mile or so left unless I got picked up.

       I kept persisting; eventually a car pulled over!!   I was in complete disbelief.   I tried running up to the car but my legs just couldn't run.  When I made it to the car I just asked for a lift to the freeway and told him I was London bound.  He said it was no problem but didn't really say where he was headed.  After about an hour and knowing we were heading in the right direction I asked where he was going to.  He mentioned some place that was already 40 minutes behind us.  He then explained that he didn't want to "see me in the newspaper", that his work paid for his gas and that he had tomorrow off so he might just stay in London.  This meant THREE hours out of his way EACH WAY!  Was he nuts?!?!  I guess he was just genuinely really concerned about my wellbeing.

 

        We stopped Leicester for a restroom break and some coffee.  I told him time and time again that it was fine, he didn't have to go out of his way -especially not six hours worth.  He kindly insisted he would drive me all the way to London or all the way to my friend so I would be safe!  What a sweet man!

         Before I knew it we were at the Tesco, a grocery store, just down the road from my friend Will's house.  I had called Will from his phone to try and figure out exactly where we should meet.  I guess I sounded confused earlier because I was watching the traffic signs and trying to figure out where I was in relation to where we needed to be going.

        When Will arrived he popped out of his dad's Range Rover like he was about to tackle a rabbit. (I really wish I had some kind of documentation to share that but I don't.) Will had thought something was wrong because of the confused tone in my voice on the phone.

         All was good.  The man was very kind and I was now "home" safely.  It was yet another wonderful hitchhiking experience, thanks to that man!

"Home" - Their proper kettle, AGA (stove)

and part of the tea/coffee cup collection

         I now had four days until my flight back home.  I still hadn't really seen London.  

         Will and I went out for couple nights on the town. 

                                 

              The London tube!

Big Ben exists! ... and he's not so big.

The Tower Bridge!
(I've yet to see the London Bridge in Lake Havasu, CA, USA...one day)

         Before I knew it my visit in England and Europe was over.  I began packing, while trying to savor the last few hours in such an incredible country.  As always, packing was nothing short of bittersweet.  I knew that the flight home was going to mean the end of my journey hitchhiking, couchsurfing, meeting new people and experiencing new things.

          I was happy to be going home for Christmas and my birthday.

          I was sad to pause my adventures and leave such a wonderful continent.

                 
                 

Bye, bye

   lovely, 

frozen, 

England. 

Borrrrnnn in the U. K? ...A?

I left off with my hitchhiking journey from Belgium to London, yeah?

        Yeah.  So I jumped off the last bus and there was my new host who I was going to meet in Oslo months before.  We never met there but we did stay in contact.  It was kind of strange because I felt like I knew him even though I never met him.  I was so stoked to see his face!  I imagined him as a fiery, funny, witty and creative kind.  I wasn't too far off...  I don't think.  It was now almost 5 am in the middle of no where and I was beyond exhausted.  I dropped my backpack and crashed out.  He was sweet enough to let me stay in his bed and he took the couch.

Pozole: a mexican soup made with pork,
ancho chilis, hominy topped with onion,
cilantro, lettuce and a side of tortillas.

  

       The next day we chowed down on the soup I had been   racing to England for.  The sweet gesture was beyond delicious and reminded me so much of home.

I also had my first cuppa!  :)

  
       A couple days later he and I went out with some of his friends for a Friday out in London. We ended up at  "Big Chill House" at Kings Cross.  It was a night of dancing, madness and great times over all!  Without elaborating too much here's some evidence:

The blood came out....

       That Sunday we went for carvery which is basically like our Thanksgiving in the states.... except some do it every Sunday.  :p

Meet Johnny, the carvery master and chef genius!

Let's see... there's mash, bangers, yorkshire pudding, peas, roast, turkey, ham, cauliflower, parsnips, carrots, roasted onion, horseradish sauce, gravy, unknown sauce #1... can you spy anything else? 

       Here are some other photos to help you guess what we were up to:

These were  a great idea but with no ice & enough tequila to kill a goat they were better to look at... I'll take the blame. 

Meet Willay..... The neighbor from the next farm....  Can some one please explain what he's doing?

    The next two weeks were a bit of a blur.  I was tired and confused about my next move.  Was I supposed to spend the next 6 months in the UK and work?  Thanksgiving was just around the corner and I was really beginning to miss home.  Living expenses were quite a lot there and it was colder than I was used to.  I didn't have a plan of where to go next or what to do.  I felt lost and empty.  I couldn't go back to the Schengan union (basically the rest of Europe) yet because my visa needed 90 days to renew.   I spent a lot of time in my room contemplating what to do, thus: 

My yarn projects....... 

       I left my first scarf in a car along with my sunglasses while I was hitchhiking.  Rule #1 of hitchhiking: Always make sure you have EVERY THING before you leave the car!

       So, after a few attempts on my first scarf ever I was finally ready to bust the whole thing out.  I think I finished it in three days.  I also finally made something out of my Norwegian 1 kronor coins.  I thought it was going to end up as a necklace but I was wrong.  I left one in Cologne on the bridge with the love locks and made the other four into the creation above.

       I also started going on daily jogs again to get my blood pumping so I could have a good night's sleep instead of staying up with insomnia every night for no plausible reason.

I think this is part of Willay's farm.  I later found out he was literally the next farm over on the other side of the road. 

My hi vis ultra warm running jacket, thermals/running pants from my friend in Norway and snow reflectors from my "momma" in Sweden.  That should make sure I don't get run over at dusk in England's farm land!

It was just gorgeous at night!  - Day 3

       After a week or so of contemplating and Skyping my mom on Thanksgiving, only to find her crying. I booked my ticket home for a month later so I wouldn't miss Christmas with my mother.  December 12th would be the day.  I would also be able to go home, get my wisdom teeth pulled while I still had insurance, spend some time with my friends for my birthday, get my business going, renew my driver's license and reflect on my journey.  That was the thought anyway.

       A few days later I was supposed to move locations and stay with a CouchSurfer in London.  Instead I got invited to go to the country/island of Jersey just off the coast of France for the weekend.  Why wouldn't I go, right??!!  Yah, so we booked the flight and off we went!

Bye bye Southend Airport.......

Heeeelloooo Jersey!!

Steering wheel on the right, of course.

First stop the War Tunnels.

       The island of Jersey was occupied by the Germans from July 1940 to May 8th 1945.  The exhibit was definitely interesting.   It pointed out how strange life must have been on Jersey during this time.  Here a three second run down:

    -  Food shortages.

    -  New strange laws passed every day, each equally ridiculous.

    -  No confronting the Germans even though they were living on the island.

    -  Smuggling food from France with the chance of being caught.

-  Telephone calls were rationed to save electricity.

       After those 5 years of terror the UK finally got their island and their people back.

Johnny's 7 quid parking job kiss on the wall @ Stop #2

Willay, Johnny and..... ? 

........Vin Diesel!    I just loved him in XXX. 

It was just fabulous! Blue waters, not too cold and great company!

I believe this is looking toward France.

My best boy band pose at La Corbiere lighthouse

A fresh seafood joint that must've closed down 5 minutes before we got there.
They were nice enough to made a hot cuppa' to go though.  :)

We tried one more place for seafood.

...and found it!  We were really looking for prepared meals though.  Haha!!

         We combed the streets for 20 minutes trying to find the hotel room. Some thing about the sign "turn and yield" kept throwing us for a loop.  Eventually we dropped all of our stuff off.  I took a "disco nap" in the room since I only had 45 minutes of sleep the night before and we were off!!

        I think Jersey knew the "A team" was out that night! While walking into town there was some punk kid.  All I saw was the cop and his knuckles make contact with the cop. They just threw him into the back of their station wagon, let him settle down and read him his rights.  WELCOME TO JERSEY!!

        We continued down the block, got cash from the ATM and headed to our destination. Long story short it was another successful night on the town.  Everyone had a FANTASTIC time and no one got hurt.

      On the walk home we made friends with two nice Polish boys who worked at a pizza place. 

      The next thing I knew, Johnny and I were swimming like champs in the English Channel.  That was fun..... and that's how the night ended.  One dip in the channel to make the trip epic and we all went back to our rooms and passed out! 

      More to come soon!

Can I Gent some action?

    From Cologne, Germany I was headed toward the UK via Belgium and France.  I decided to go back to a little town and the only place I had already visited prior.  I was off to Gent, Belgium.

      One of the cool things about Belgium is they have three official languages: Dutch, French and German.  On top of that most all of them speak English.  So there are actually three or maybe four names in different languages for this little town.

      I ended up taking four different trains to get there.  When I finally arrived I was quite happy to be in a place I recognized.  My phone was dead and I needed to find wifi to get a hold of my new host.  Luckily, both were very easy to find in this country unlike some other countries.

      My new host arrived just three minutes after I called.  He and a friend scooped me up in their car. We went for a fine Belgian beer at this cool litte pub with this quaint, woodsy, fairy/troll home feel. It was really cool. I was so jazzed to be there!!!

      After this place and one other I was showed to my room.  It was on the top floor which meant it was in the pitch of a roof.  My absolute favorite!!!  I had a cozy place to sleep with cute flannel sheep sheets and a ceiling with a bright blue sky and clouds painted on it.  I felt like a little child finally getting a good night sleep.  On top of all that my host was super cool, calm, collected and amazing to be around.  

Waking up with pink, sheep and bear flannel sheets!

the street from my bedroom window

The view out the window from by bed.  How cool is this chimney?

       That afternoon my host went out and bought some amazing rolls unlike any I had seen yet.  They were flaky but not made with butter like a croissant.  We added brei and some dry sausage to complete our "continental" breakfast of champions.  Fresh oranges and waffel cookies dipped in chocolate were for dessert!  My gosh were those cookies delicious!

        That evening we went out to a free concert in town.  These guys were quite amazing, actually.  They did mention they were going to play Pitchfork festival in Paris just after Belgium. :p

"Francois and the Atlas Mountains" live

    

        The following evening was a Saturday. I found a CS meeting in town and decided to join them in town since I would be on my own that night. There were about nine of us when all was said and done. 

In order to get this gigantic, tasty beverage you must give them your shoe as collateral.
They then put your shoe in a basket and pull the basket into the rafters.

     Needless to say it was a fun, interesting night.  I ended up finding out that one of the CSers was in a fencing club.  I was feeling a bit spicy by that point so I asked if I could join.  With no hesitation I was invited! The next meet was on Monday!

     If there is one thing that makes Belgium unique it's their stairs!  I went down stairs from my little loft earlier that morning with my socks on.  I guess I was a bit excited and lost my grip.  Down the stairs I sledded on my derrière. Luckily they were so steep that I didn't get hurt.  I was very shocked though! 

These are the stairs you must maneuver in order to get up to the bathroom at the pub we were at.
Try doing that while missing one shoe to the basket!

    Later that night I decided to go grab some food.  I had no idea what I was ordering so I went for this:

This is what you get when you order a "taco" in Belgium.

     The following night I was off to switch hosts.  The two hosts joined me for dinner then it was a relaxing night in.

      The following night I was off to switch hosts yet again, have some spectacular home made pasta and then go to the historic Belfry for some fencing action!

That's right! I was going inside this building to watch people play with swords!
How cool, right?!?!

Here's the evidence!

The view from inside toward St. Nicholas' Church!

      I couldn't believe that I had the opportunity to take part of such a cool, traditional, cultural thing in the five days I was there!   My first host joined me.  He was telling me that he was at an arching meeting the week before.  Apparently there are four guilds in the area!

    He, the CouchSurfer who invited me and I went across the street to chat a bit.  Then, I headed back to my new home.  The host there was this amazingly, kind, trusting, adventurous guy who had traveled quite a bit.  Unfortunately he was feeling under the weather and couldn't join us that night!

    The next day I was trying to figure out my escape route to the UK.  Just then I saw that my new host who had ordered all of these special ingredients to make me mexican food was already cooking!!!! We didn't have confirmed plans so I was under the impression he was expecting me the next day!  The bus tickets were sold out for the next couple days and the train to London was 200 euro!

     This was an affirmation that I should hitchhike! It was already becoming dark! I quickly packed up my things and found my way to a bus stop close to the highway!  I HAD to get a Belgium waffle before I left.  I still hadn't had one and I was hungry.

It was every amount of heaven it was supposed to be.
Even though I was eating it and walking!

      I walked a couple small blocks and found the freeway entrance. I set Walley down.  Before I could even hold my sign up I had a ride! I was dumbfounded!  This guy took me about 30 kilometers in the right direction.  It had started raining and the sun went down just after he picked me up.

      He dropped me off at a petrol station which appeared to have NO TRAFFIC and NO LIGHTS! I was about to panic. I reminded myself it wasn't a big deal and it would all work out.  Just then, I walked around the store and it was well lit and there were cars!  Thank goodness!!!!

       Now, the part I hate!  To ask people for rides! I much prefer thumbing.  I was already pretty close to the French border so there were license plates from France.  If there is one thing I learned about communicating with people in other countries, its that they will respond much more pleasantly if you at least try to speak their language.  Good thing I took ONE semester in French!  :P   Vous allez a Calais? Non?  Merci beaucoup!

       I think the fourth person I asked was actually heading to Calais which is where the ferry goes to London.  They were two cool cats who had a meeting there.  Luckily their meeting was right down the street from the ferry loading place.  They dropped me off at a petrol station.  It was still raining and this was a small petrol station with poor lighting all around.  I decided I would get a lift sooner if I was standing in the slight rain with my sign to London.  Boom! Two minutes later I had a lift.

       This was from a cute little Polish lady who didn't speak much English. She offered me an apple crumble (which is kind of like a little apple pie) and took me to the ferry area.  She went on to explain that her ferry wasn't for another two hours and maybe I could get a lift sooner.  I went in the lobby to see how much the tickets cost.  They were 33 euro for a pedestrian.  I decided I wanted to save the money and try thumbing outside the entrance of the ferry.  It was still slightly raining and not many cars were coming.  Plus, I was a hitchhiker and we were about to cross customs.  No one stopped.  I kept my hopes high, no one stopped.  I kept telling myself, "all I need is one lucky car".  I decided that I was going to walk back to the ticket lobby.  Still I told my self, "one lucky car".  Boom!!! A car stopped on the way to the lobby!  It was the same lady!  She was SO UPSET that no one picked me up!  She kept saying something in Polish that sounded like "that's not normal"..no norrmmalllla.  Who knows what she was really saying.  Anyway, we passed customs just fine and I got my free ride. She was so sweet!

We were just pushing away from the harbor.
I was now leaving the Schengen union and I wouldn't be allowed back for 3 months.
It was a very bitter sweet feeling.

     Now it was time to find a ride to London. There were no cars on this ferry.  It was all truck drivers.  I found my way into the truck driver's lounge.  I think it was supposed to be just for them but I snuck in.  Golly gee!  Now I was going to have approach truck drivers sleeping for a ride.  Great!  I was trying to build up the courage to do so.  Man, I can be so shy!!

    I went on the deck for a bit to get some fresh air.  Then I went back inside, sat down, stood up, walked around and sat down.  I then decided if I wanted a ride I was GOING to HAVE to do this.  I put my backpack on and went to the far side of the room.  Just then an Englishman who worked on the ship approached me.  He said, "Where are you off to" or something like that.  I didn't understand him because I was still in the mode of no one speaking English around me.  I looked at him a bit funny.  Then he said, "You're on holiday, right?  Where are you off to?"  I said, "London."  Just then he shouted across the room to all the truck drivers, "Anyone going to Lon-don?".  Long story short, he scored me a ride with two awesome, young Romanian truck drivers!

     These guys were the coolest!! They were all full of laughs and work seemed to be just another day the two of them enjoyed with each other on the road.  They offered me some bread with this home made eggplant spread much like the one the Armenians do.  It was so tasty!  They also offered me beverages and played some awesome tunes.  It was more like riding in some one's living room or in a limo then being in a truck.  It was a full blown awesome time!

 These two guys really made my evening! 

          They ended up dropping me off in Hayes which is on the outskirts of London.  I knew from here I could take public transportation to get where ever I needed to be.  Now I had three things to figure out with no one around at 1:00 am. A) Which way was toward town?  B) Which bus would take me there?  C) How am I going to pay for it without any British Pounds?

          I jumped on the first bus I saw that I thought was heading the right direction.  I was still a bit in shock as if I didn't speak the same language as everyone else.  I hadn't been able to communicate with a bus driver in 3 months!!!  I must've had my mouth wide open and was a bit speechless.  I just said, "hi" and sort of walked in the bus.  Boom! Free!

          I then asked a couple people to try to figure out how to get to town.  My instinct had told me to get off at this one stop but I didn't. It turns out that was the stop I needed.  Now, I had to go back about four stops and score another free bus!  The next bus came.  I tried asking the bus driver if they took credit card.  He looked at me as if I was a complete moron.  I then explained that I had just arrived to the UK and didn't have any British pounds but I would gladly give him the 5 euro I had. I even told him, "well I guess I can walk".  He was upset but let me on the bus. Boom! Two!

        At the third bus stop I asked a girl if she knew if that bus went to town. She said it did.  Then I asked her about how they regulate the buses and told her I didn't have any pounds.  She said there was no way they would let me on without paying.  So, my plan was to hide and sneak into the back of the bus like I did in Germany all the time.  This time this didn't work because no one exited the bus.  I came  running to the front with my big backpack.  The doors were just about to shut but she stopped them for me.  I said thank you and smiled at the bus driver then jumped in!  Boom!  Three!

       The girl and I sat together.  She had just moved to town and was just getting off work.  We figured out that this bus would in fact take me to central London.  From there I could get a hold of my friend and figure out where to go.

Central London from the top of a double decker!  Notice the Christmas decorations?

       I got off the bus and grabbed some British pounds out of the ATM.  I figured it wasn't fair to get four free rides when I could easily use the ATM and pay.  I then found out the underground was closed.  This meant another bus all the way to the other side of town.

      I found my way around London and to the next bus stop.

      I was sad because it was already 3 am and I wanted to make it for dinner.  I was happy too.  Long story short,  I made it from Belgium to London outskirts on £2.60 for the last bus.

      I was so exhausted but I had made it!!!  Mission accomplished!!

Here is a map of the three and a half hour night bus journey I took across London. 

            Stories from the UK coming soon!  Stay tuned!