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Thursday, July 14th, 1984. The flight arrived in Gatwick this morning around 9:30. I put my bicycle together they're on the spot in the baggage room, trashed the box, and took the train into Victoria station, a 35 minute ride. There four other men and I were approached by two females who were getting people to go to a certain hotel chain. The affair commenced in a van ride around town to two hotels or hostels around town both of which had no vacancies. We ended up back at the station. I made one call and got a room in a hostel where I am now, 3 lb a night. Today I rode my bike around Westminster for a while, but this city traffic is a bit much for me. Notwithstanding that, I had lunch of fish and chips, dinner at mcdonald's, and saw Westminster abbey, the Thames River, Buckingham palace, the British museum, two major squares, green park, Hyde park, and the immediate general vicinity. It is now 1:00 a.m. on the 15th. Four of us are in a dorm just talking, playing cards and sleeping. Today I met a man who retired from the Royal Marines. We talked about military life, England and the best routes for bicycling to Canterbury and the South coast.
Friday, June 15th, 1984. This morning at 9:30 I woke up from a sound sleep at the gayfere hostel on gayfere Street just one block or two from Westminster Abbey. I packed my bicycle and took off for Canterbury by 10:00, with a stop at the corner restaurant for toast and marmalade, coffee and a roll. The way out of town was extremely busy as was the rest of the journey with the exception of a few miles out of the 60 miles traveled. The road, a2, was lousy for cycling, and tomorrow I am getting a Bartholomew's one in 250,000 which shows the country lanes. The trip took all of 7 hours owing to Long steep hills which I almost gave up on, heavy traffic and traffic lights as numerous as the Stars. The route took me through several towns, the biggest of which was rochester. On the way I ate two apples, and orange, one and a half pounds of green grapes, a box of strawberries and a box of farmhouse biscuits and four bottles of water and a chicken dinner with carrots string beans and boiled potatoes.
The towns were old and interesting, the countryside was lush and deep green, the roads smooth and the people friendly. Now arriving in Canterbury I find that the used hostel is all booked up. So I have made a reservation for Saturday and I am now in a nice little b&b for only 5 lb. It is now 10:50 p.m. and I am going to hit the hay. The address here is 7 South Canterbury Road and I am looking forward to a good breakfast in the morning.