A day of organisation and sleep.
I fucking hate folk who insist on packing every item in their luggage into the loudest strain of plastic bag and then unpacking and repacking the whole lot every morning. Grrrr....
Anyway breakfast then straight back to bed because the best time of day to sleep in a hostel is in fact during daylight hours. Up at one and out into the Daily Cambridge Bike Grand-prix. Isn't it funny how, when the number of cyclists in a city reaches a certain critical point, everyone feels the need to don their competitive cycling hats and race away from every traffic light. Most amusing.
Internet cafe for blog and facebooking then into town for luch and watching silly first years find their way in the social minefield that is university. Never a dull moment: two accidental bike dismounts in an hour and a half.
Having searched for hours last night for a decent old man pub to no avail (I had dinner at Wagamamas) I asked the man with the funny eye in the hostel. He directed me to the Live and Let Live. Awesome. Had a ploughmans for dinner washed down with a cider that wasn't Strongbow. How exotic! Met a totally gallus old man named Dave over a fag who, in the 3 minutes he spoke to me, decided that I am definately going to make it to the end of my journey mainly due to my smile.
Kudos to old man Dave.
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