Exhaustion: fatigue: age: resignation. These were the emotions running through our minds and bodies as we began our latest expedition. And the words could be also used to describe our destination: Great Britain.
Our departure day was bizarre, to say the least. We awoke early to face the first truly bright and warm day of the early summer. At the back of our minds was the impending trip, but it was unreal because of regular, routine things: early wake-up, work-out, haircut, lawn mowing, lunch from Tim's, feeding chipmunks, the pool with neighbours Bill and Sandy. Then, a man showed up to take us to the airport, a long plane ride, no sleep, complete misery on a hot, crowded plane and .... Manchester !
We slept the afternoon away, then woke up, walked through the neighbourhood, had pints in our first pub, listened to a drunk local lady complain about how hard her life was and how much she wanted to emigrate " 'cuz there's nuthin' here", bad food at the hotel and a fitfull night's sleep, because of a messed-up body clock. Cheers !!
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