Steve and Mike had hardboiled eggs which we ate for breakfast as well as a pint (of milk). We spent the morning walking the cliffs of Newhaven and looking at the pillboxes facing the ocean. I hitched to London which took me three hours. My last lift was with a lawyer named Jim who apologized he could not entertain me as he was busy. He did say if you get into trouble give him a call at the number on his card. Do I look like a person who gets into trouble? I did find a room for £1.25 that included breakfast but strangely I am sharing a room with a stranger. And there is an awful funky smell. Paris was enough of a big city for me plus everyone here speaks English. Hardly exciting. I have to get out of here tomorrow.
8August1972: London and Holyhead: Wasted Day and Fish and Chips in Newspaper and a Pint
Had an English breakfast of sausages, eggs and toast. My type of breakfast. Then over to Euston Station for a train to Holyhead and then a boat to Dublin. What a waste of time with a 7 hour wait for a train! The scenery through Wales was spectacular and after a long search found a nice room with none of that London funky stink. The room was £1.75. I had a great walk on the waterfront and had fish and chips that was wrapped in a newspaper. Strange custom they have here. Stopped in for a pint at a pub at £.13. Came home and washed some socks. Tomorrow Dublin. So tired.
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