So here i am, across the pond in jolly old england. The flight over was long. Our flight got delayed so me and Dan had a few pints to get us ready for the trip.














I chose the watery lasagna while Dan opted for the even more watery KFC bowl of mashed potatoes, green beans, and chicken.

We landed and had just enough cash to pay for train tickets to Liverpool, a tropical Fanta, and a tomato and bacon panene. Nearly broke and hoping to god our credit cards would work when we got to Liverpool, we got on the train at Manchester station.

We met a 40 year old Archeology grad student from Colorado who is also studying at Liverpool, what are the chances. Apparently people still study archeology? I thought after Jurassic Park it kinda lost all of its flare, but thats just me. He was nice and kinda creepy at the same time, hard to pull off but he did it. After finding a hostle, Dan and I ran into two other exchange students from Denmark, Flemming and Lu(or maybe Loo or possibly Lou I'm not really sure). They were a lot more motivated then us in finding a place to live. Just so happens the cheapest flat, and pretty much the only flat we could find to rent for 4 months, was right next door to the Largest Anglican Cathedral in the world. Go figure...


I have heard that Liverpool is one of the... hummm how do I put this.... most dangerous, most muggings, most stabbings, etc, etc... but it seems fine to me. I mean everyone gets drunk a lot, then they drunkenly fight from time to time, but I think thats just British people being British. And everyone is SOOO fucking British. Although I did see a piss drunk man getting thrown out of McDonalds at 4pm...
Anyways... we have walked all over the city, partly to get to know it, partly because we dont know where the hell we are going. We made it down to the water front. Here's a picture of me and the danish folks, Flemming on my right and Lu on my left.


Dan was reunited with his long lost anchor.





A round-the-world race was about to begin in Liverpool Harbor. Me and Dan went up to the American ship, put our hands over our hearts, said the pledge of allegiance, shed a few tears then went on our way, throwing things at the other ships as we passed. GO AMERICA!


There is another Large church in the middle of our campus because why the hell not, giant churches rule.

I love it THISSSS MUCH.








There was a recent influx of poor leprechauns from Ireland. The Scousers used giant rats to get rid of all of them, the Mc's left a mess of luggage everywhere.















The rats ate all but two.. they were burried behind this fence.








It's pretty hilly in Liverpool, kind of reminds me of San Francisco, but more British, obviously.


We are educating our Danish roommates in American lingo. Such as Word, bouncin, Sweet, Howdy, and Don't mess with Texas. They are catching on quick.

Ok well it's time for me to head back to my cathedral.



If you want to bake me cookies or mail me Portillos, shoot me an email and I will give you my address. Till next time...

peace, love, and all that good stuff