Captain's Blog, stardate… uh…. So I've arrived in London and have made it through security. The first thing I've noticed is that the train I've got to take is on the line that goes to Cockfosters. It says something about my maturity that I giggled every time the automated voice mentioned that name over the loudspeaker. The trains in London are tiny. And I mean tiny. They're roughly about half the size of Melbourne trains (both length and width), they have ...

Some notes from the plane trip: I thought it humorous that when entering the USA I had to answer questions like "Have you ever been involved in genocide?" or "Are you a Nazi sympathizer?". The questions entering Britain had them beat totally however. Let me recount the conversation I had with the security guy as he looked at my passport (keep in mind I had not filled in my place of residence in England as I didn't know where exactly I'd be st...