My last blog entry on this whole year before I go home.

So I've had two days in London. Relaxed a bit because, to be honest, I'm just ready for home.

It's strange being back in England, because I'm staying in Piccadilly, and theres no English people! The hostel is obviously full of Europeans, Americans and Australians, but even the streets and the workers in the shops are all speaking foreign languages.

In all this time, this is the closest to home I've been, yet I've never felt more abroad! Haha.

Anyway I spent the first night sitting drinking beer outside the hostel with 2 cute girls (one Spanish, one italian) from my dorm.

Then woke up late, and managed to drag myself on another free walking tour. Again, only English person on the tour, and I was being told about Guy Fawkes etc... but still learnt a bit and got to see Big Ben, London Eye, Parliament, Downing Street, Trafalger Square etc...

Then I got what I came to London for. The meet up with some people I was in Kenya with. 6 of us turned up in the end - Me, Gemma, Kylie, Catherine, Clare and Katrina. Kylie and Catherine took off early but we checked out some cool bars and had a good time catching up.

Most of the bars were 21+, and I felt like I was 16 again, queuing up for a club with no ID and hoping I got in. I've not had a shave for a few days so I was fine...but I did look a little like a tramp, in dirty white trainers and ripped jeans. (Whats different from normal I hear you say...)

Only real note of interest was this f***ing crazy guy in the final bar. He followed katraina into the toilet so she left. Then he did it again and we didnt see and he came over and hassled her. Gemma was talking him down and I just stood up and but a barrier between him and the girls (to which Katrina supportively said Are you trying to look hard? - Nice of her...)

He came over again to hassel them (He was Spanish I think) and I was talking to him, first telling him to leave please, then telling him to just leave us alone, and finally telling him to f*** off. He called me rude (bit rich coming from a guy who follows a girl into the toilet), and I had to push him away a bit, but nothing at all interesting...I just wanted to fill out some space in the final blog.

So I have a bus in 8 hours. So I should get to sleep, because I'm really bad with alarms at the minute.

And in 12 hours time I'll be back in YORKSHIRE!!!