Day 36 - It's a Revolution

London. The most depressing moment of my trip was touching down at Stansted and looking out the window to see it was exactly the same as I left: grey and raining. Goddammit!!!

I take a window seat on the Stansted Express and as the view outside sped away from me, the joy and memories of my adventures seemed to speed away with it. I feel drained of life. My mobile then beeps into life. Oh I have a text. It's from Corrinne. It starts with "We've lost..." We've lost the game against Italy in the World Cup. I hit something cold and hard, and I look round to see I've hit the bottom of the proverbial barrel. I want to cry...


L: When I left London...; R: And when I came back... :(

Some Memories...