Has it been 100 days all ready? Wow, I can't believe it. Feels like only yesterday I left Mum and Dad at Sydney airport. Then again, I think back to Thailand and it feels like it was 100 years ago. What an appropriate way to spend day 100, on my way to London to begin a new adventure, or even an adventure with in an adventure if you will. I am about to embark on a tour of Western Europe (leading it of course), from London, through France, Switzerland, Italy (damn that coin in the Trevi fountain!), Germany, The Netherlands and Belgium.

I booked an airport shuttle this morning as I couldn't be bothered fighting with the metro and the bus with my luggage again, price wise there really wasn't much in it anyway. Again it was nice to sit back and relax and let someone else handle it. That being said, I can't say in wasn't nervous about the shuttle turning up, I don't really appreciate not being in total control anymore.

I reached the airport and checked in, I had an early lunch and joined the horrendously long queue to board my Wizz air flight. On the way through passport control the Hungarian official pretended I didn't look anything like my passport photo. He was attempting to either flirt or have a bit of a laugh, very un Eastern European of him I must say. It was a pleasant exchange though. The flight was just like Ryan air, a complete free for all, with no allocated seats and gum stuck to the windows just like CityRail.

The plane landed at London Luton at about 2pm and unlike Ryan air the plane did not bounce as it came down. I went smoothly through passport control and even had a joke with the official, who asked me my age and when I said thirty he said, Just checking you're over 18 love. Sweet man.

I collected my bags and then bought my bus ticket, when I gave my luggage to the conductor he asked me where I was going and I said Baker Street, And what about Teddy where is he off to, said the conductor with a big smile on his face. Teddy's going to Baker Street too, I said. Wow the places Teddy must have seen! says the conductor.

Honestly, I've had more laughs and polite conversation with people today than I have in the last two months. (Passengers excluded) In just half an hour I'd had more laughs and smiles than the whole time I've spent so far in Eastern Europe. I never even realized until I came back to England how truly miserable people seem over there.

I off the bus at Baker Street and found my hostel with out incident, I am staying at the Brazen Head, above a pub. I got set up and then went out to have a look around, I've never been to this part of London before. There is a shop on Baker Street which only sells Beatles memorabilia, I almost bought a Yellow Submarine T-shirt, but they didn't have my size. They also had a bag with Back in the USSR on it, which I really wanted and would have been perfect for carrying all my tour leader papers but alas it was £40, a bit out of my price range. The shop across the road was called Its only Rock and Roll, I nearly bought a set of Oasis coasters and I was very pleased to find that my Oasis records that I paid around $20 for at the Parramatta music fair, when I was in high school are now worth upwards of £150 and these ones were opened some of mine are sealed. They also had guitar signed by every member who ever played in Oasis. It was priced at £2500, if I had that much I would have bought it and currently be on my way home. Traveling over!

After I had window shopped and painfully left everything I wanted behind I went into the aptly named Globe pub and had a wonderful Steak and Ale Pie. Words just can not express how truly good that was. I then went into a little theater and watched the movie Prometheus, which was strange to say the least. I then walked back to my hostel to study up for my contract job tomorrow.