24 June, 2007

Los Angeles to Heathrow

The following is an excerpt from Erik's Journal, dated 5th June, 2007:

Europe Trip, Day 0 - Tuesday

Well, it was hardly an auspicious beginning to my trip--the flight from LAX to LHR was delayed by four hours. Delayed, it seems, because they needed to repair the previous LAX-LHR flight's plane, so they sent that flight on ahead in our plane while the repairs were made.
Consequently, Dad and I spent that time with Uncle Jonathan and Mom, who had driven us down. We wandered around LA for two hours or so, ate dinner (discovering Jonathan's keen dislike of cilantro), and generally had a jolly time with Uncle Jonathan, who will be leaving before we return.
After that, it was as standard and uneventful flight on a 777, most of which we slept through.

(a rough drawing in pencil of a 777 follows, no other pictures accompany this journal date.)
Thus began a journey of epic proportions, dwarfing any previous adventures by Erik, in time, scale, and expense. A journey set to involve more modes of transportation than most people use in their lives, travelling by trains, planes, automobile, bus, ferry, subway, and on foot, Erik works his winsome way across 15 cities or towns in 6 countries, eating exotic foods and attempting all the while to knock the smallest hole possible in his bank account.
Will he make it? What dangers will he encounter??
Find out right here, in the Continuing Chronicles of Erik's European Excursion!!!

*Ahem* On a less melodramatic note, the frequency of these posts may be irregular, so you may want to pace yourself to about one a day for real-time, or you might run out before I post more.

I am, as always, faithfully recording the facts, and everything you read here, apart from this disclaimer, has been recorded more or less real-time by Erik Rodkey himself, by a method known as 'Jotting down notes on pieces of paper'. We apologise for any errors or inconsistencies inherent in this method. -The Editor

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Ah My friend, Calais, How well I know that train station and that Ferry...
I too have made that journey on foot, and slept on the street because of some small oversights... We met a British Transient named Mark, who lives in his truck at the ferry, with his dog Opus. If you should happen upon him, tell him Toby says hi, and when he doesn't remember me, tell him, you are a friend of a friend. and if you mention having to take a piss test to get a job, he might remember me. That is a long story in itself... Anyway, have a good trip...

~Toby