Well today has been uhm interesting. Yesterday James made a reservation for a car with Enterprise. So we got up this morning, strapped on our (heavy and cumbersome) bags, and began the 2km walk to the rental lot. Things were going well at the Enterprise office, until the fellow abruptly realized that we meant to drop the car off in Glasgow, instead of returning it to London. It was then that he informed us that Enterprise does not do One-Way rentals, contrary to what we were made to understand on the phone yesterday. (ie. "We want a one-day rate for London to Glasgow" "Ok, that's fine")

Suddenly, our carefully made plans were laid to ruin. We walked to a nearby Avis lot, they do one-way rentals, but not to anyone under 23 years of age. Jerks. Then we tried to use a phone to call some other rental joints to see what could be done. The directory assistance service on the payphone was trying to help us, but it turns out these phones eat coins like a fat cop eats doughnuts. 1 pence = 1 second. We found ourselves feeding coins trying to keep up with the digital countdown, but were defeated when the phone refused to accept anymore coins (for the moment) and cut off our third attempt in a row. Ironically, after it cut us off, suddenly a 50p coin was accepted. How thoughtful.

We decided to track down a phone book, hoping to skip past the directory assistance and get straight to the phone call (armed with as much change as possible, of course). We entered a nearby cafe and asked if they had any yellow pages we could look at for a moment, but were told to: "Get Out".

Finally, we made our way to the current location, an internet cafe not far from the Waterloo Station. We booked tickets on the next bus to Glasgow for 30 pounds each (bloody outrageous). The bus doesn't depart for another 6.5 hours though, so we've got time to kill. It's also very nice putting the luggage down for a little while and relaxing.

The bus ride to Glasgow is 9hours long, in the dark. Not much opportunity for pictures, unfortunately. We'll have to save the visits to Stonehenge and Bath for later on. But at least we'll be able to sleep the ride out. Anyhow, I guess it's time to strap the luggage back on and make like a mule through London's incomprehensible morass of streets towards....somewhere. Peace out folks.