Landed safely in Heathrow. Spent three hours attempting to locate Hostel in the middle of a park. Immediate and urgent desire to divest myself of all material belongings and wander the continent as a pauper, if only for the sake of not carrying all that shit around on my back. Further investigation revealed that, although romantic, this idea won't pan out very well. I need at least two pairs of pants, or I won't have anything to wear while washing...

Can't believe it's only 8:00 am back in the states. It feels like a solid 4:00 pm right now, and I'm just waiting for 9 or 10 to roll around so I can call it a night. Many firsts to list for today, but they'll have to go on paper, as my internet connection is currently running £1 for every 15 minutes. Cheers!