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The Old Nags Head

My next journal entry takes place 3 days later, but I'll fill in the blanks for you now.

I woke up the next day feeling fresh and toothpaste minty. 

I gathered my things and said good-bye to Keith, my hostel room-mate for the night.
I was back at the train station and I went into Marks&Spencer to equip myself with food for the next few days. After browsing for a while I picked up the essentials: bread, pasta, jam (GOOD) and vegetables.
I also bought myself one of those triangular sandwiches with egg&cress for my 3 hour train ride. I had only 10 min to catch the next train from Sheffield to Edale, and my train to Sheffield was 6 min late. also I had no clue to where the train is departing from, and there were more than 4 platforms to choose from.
by sheer luck I managed to board the train a second after they actually closed the doors.

In Edale:

I've found myself a nice patch of grass at the camping site, unpacked my tent and was off to the only pub there -

"The old nags head" - it also marks the beginning of the trail. had a couple of pints and a jacket potato with baked beans.

The place was kinda of empty which was disappointing, though the beer was good ('Nags black') so I quickly found myself back in my tent.

and tomorrow is D-day, I'm excited, but I'm also starting to miss home and my friends. 

I'm tired, and there is no signal here, so I can't phone home.

Jack Dee moment:

איך אתה יודע כשאתה בטיול בטבע?

החרא שלך מתחיל להריח כמו חרא של כבשים.

(הכל מריח כמו חרא של כבשים)

first day (arrival)

[note] This is not a rerun but it's obviously not live either.

I'm actually back home. but if you still wanna hear about my short trip up Mill hill, you're more than welcome.

it feels a bit pointless now to keep this blog going, but I want to finish posting my short tale of the events that took place this last week.

p.s.

sorry if you're only finding out now that I'm back.

it feels bad to call people up and tell them I'm back from what was supposed to be 

my long and wild adventure to Europe.

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I was up the entire night prior to my flight,
trying to get some sleep. The airport was in a post-volcanic eruption state - busy and packed.

I spent my last few shekels on a big and expensive sandwich.

I sat down to eat at the food court, while waiting to board the plane.

Except for being extremely tired and for some reason not being able to get any sleep on the plane as well, I was happy. about 4.5 hrs later I was standing on British soil, I mean Luton airport.

next I took the train from Luton airport to St. Pancras station, where my first destination was - the youth hostel.

At the moment I'm sitting at the youth hostel lounge, writing this down.

They also serve food here, so I've ordered a Pizza. I'm also drinking a "Stella".

I spent the day making a few essential arrangements like getting a new Vodafone SIM for my phone, buying gas canisters and maps for my trip.

I went down to new Oxford street to look for supplies and I've been told to check out a shop called Stanfords, in Covent garden.

Stanfords is like Mecca for backpackers. I bought my maps there, and small pieces of paper that turn into shaving cream (just add water).

The Pizza is tasty and I'm still really tired, so I'll stop writing now and move to concentrate on eating.

Also the weather for the next few days is excellent for outdoor activity according to the forecast.