Oats and Iron

What’s up y’all… Just chugged a coffee while chilling out in a pub. Currently in High Wycombe (Buckinghamshire) about an hour from London. Criss-crossing this country on the trains. Next trip I’ll have to rent a car to save time.

Holy mess I am reading the best book right now. The Patron Saint of Plagues is a “medical thriller, cyberpunk romp” and I don’t want to put it down. But I did so that I could hop on CouchSurfing. Going to meet some French kids for a drink tonight.

New drinking game - drink whenever someone says “Cheers, mate.” Because English people say this to me about a thousand times a day.

Otherwise it is business as usual. Doesn’t feel like I am abroad. The food kinda sucks. I packed 5 cans of tuna, 5 cans of salmon, 10 scoops of whey, and 8 scoops of steel cut oat flour. That holds me over between meals. I think I ate blood sausage this morning? Dunno.

Cheers, mate!