The bloke on the other side of the coach made it incredibly difficult to concentrate on the doubts I was having. The combination of his sobbing into the seat in front and very vocalised eating habits were not at all conducive to focussing my mind on the situation I had put myself in. I wantedContinue reading “1. Leaving”
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Ramblings of a Lost Englishman 