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Blog from Train to Flirenze (Florence) 2008-12-13 I don’t think I covered this, so I’ll do a short little fill in. Saturday Dec 6th I was at Peter and Karen’s wedding..... Oh yeah I did cover that. Umm. Right, I got up Sunday morning to head to Iziah’s football match, out of bed at 8am I think. I get on the 468 as per useual, but for some reason I felt like this bus was going to take me all the way to East Croydon station, where I was meeting Michael. I was tired and just not thinking strait, really I was. I hate it when people say that sort of thing as an excuse, because sometimes we just don’t function properly, or don’t think things through. Either way, I was not where I was supposed to be and had to wait for another bus to take me back to whence I came. So I get off and call Michael who is taking Peter’s son to the game, and we decide it’s best for me to chil out at the stop he will be returning to once he had acquired Iziah. I don’t know if you can picture all of this, but Michael was taking the bus to get Iziah, then taking the bus with him to the game, while I was tagging along to watch._____________________________________________________________________________________ I was too late and Michael was already on his way to Iziah’s, while I waited for them to return so that we could all go to the game IZiah was playing in. While I was waiting Michael called to let me know he had just been talking to the coach and the game was cancelled, however, Michael didn’t have a phone number for Iziah’s so he had to make the trip there just to tell him about the cnacelation. I on the other hand was free to go home out of it and get some much needed rest.__________________________________________________________________________________ I stopped into McDonalds for breakfast, even though I’m not a big fan of the place, I still find their breakfast to be half safe. I order the bacon and egg bagel avec cheese, and a side of pancakes with a sausage. The pancakes were a good time, but the bacon and egger was not so much. It looked like real bacon, or “Streaky Bacon” in the photo, but it turned out to be that UK bunk stuff that is more like bad ham and more chewie than crunchy. The Bagel was still cold, not toasted, processed cheese was not melted, and I didn’t get my free smile. I’m pretty sure they took free smiles off the menue, due to the strain this placed on their workers, and numerous lawsuits incurred on account of false advertising.__________________________________________________________________________________ I ate my McDisapointment on the bus ride home, and even offered some to the girls next to me who were on their way to church without breakfast._______________________________________________________ When I got back to my flat I washed the surrip off my hands and took a good 3 hour sleep. Church wasn’t until 2:30pm. I got up and headed off to church. I went down to the stop, where only two bus’s show up, route 50, and 198. I wanted the 198, so when it pulled up I got on. After about 15 minutes or so it occurred to me that the announcement onboard was telling me I was on route 50! I don’t know how this happened because I can still picture the 198 on the front of the bus, but obviously it wasn’t. I don’t get it, but either way I found myself on the 50, headed in the wrong direction. I get off and head back to where I can catch the 198, or 468. From here I have to walk about 20-30 min, but along the way I take in a bit of culture with a bag of chestnuts, which I noted were roasting on an open fire. I tried this at home once in your fireplace and it tasted disgusting, but maybe I trued to eat the outside as well, or maybe I was toasting it on one of those synthetic fire logs and the toxins through it off. You’re supposed to peal the outside off, so it;s not like a potato, though it does taste like a very sweet Potato, not a Sweet Potato._________________________________________________________________________________ I get to church just at the end of the sermon and then spend some time spcializing with the church folk and eating snacks.____________________________________________________________________ From there I met up with Erin and we made our way back to her place where I dropped my stuff off before heading to The Maple Leaf, a Canadian pub in London where the Detroit vs Chicago game was playing. It very much has a Don Cherry’s feel to it, and I enjoyed my ribs, even though they were stuck to the bone and a bit too fatty. Erin had a waffle with maple surrip, which I tried, and enjoyed. After that we headed back to her flat for the night. See Next blog for the events of the following day. Fin