Further research reveals that *everyone* gets lost trying to find my hostel. It isn't on a street. There's no address. And my guidebook listed two possible tube stops to get there -- only one of which was near the place. It's literally in the middle of a park. It's beautiful, though, once you find it.

I finally got to try Wensleydale cheese, of Wallace and Grommet fame. It's delicious, especially with a baguette.

It seems like everyone in my hostel is Australian or a Kiwi. May this trend continue -- they're a fun bunch, and their accents are just too cute. I'm told I have a California accent, and was able to entertain the group by pronouncing words like 'aluminum' and 'caramel' for them.

Thank god it finally cooled off today. Yesterday it was in the upper 70s, but today we're down to a more comfortable 70 or so. I can't wait to get somewhere cooler.

P.S. I'm sitting in an internet cafe listening to some horrible Beyoncee song. Where's all the Euro-pop I was promised????