Diacon Alley Diary #1

Bah, NeoOffice just crashed and ate a long journal entry I wrote in Keflavic airport. Short version: Icelandic apricot yogurt is really yummy. I’m meeting Francie in a few hours and we’re taking the train from London to Canterbury. More later.

OK, I’m jetlagged and not at my most coherent, but here’s a bit more of what I think I was writing about Iceland. Besides about the yogurt with the texture of silken tofu. IcelandAir is a charming, quirky airline for a charming, quirky country. The in-flight entertainment includes documentaries about how charming and quirky the country is.

I’ll write more about Iceland later… when I actually stay there. This morning is was just in and out, and on to London.

16:02 Now on the train to Canterbury! I arrived in London without incident. Activated my UK (borrowed) phone with a SIM card from a vending machine. Something rather Neal Stephenson about that…

First meal in London? Same as my first meal in Nagasaki. Takoyaki! (Fried octopus balls.)

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