notice of departure

In nine hours and 25 minutes, you'll be mine.

Oh sorry, wrong line.

In 4 hours and 50 minutes, I'll be in England.

So I won't be around much for the next two weeks, depending on how many internet cafés with decent rates I find.
Judging from the prices even British youth hostels charge, I don't see much chance. Life is expensive, it seems. (Because excuse me, more than 20 pounds for staying in an effing youth hostel???? You gotta be kidding!)

Anyway, I'll see you then. Have a good time, as much as you can without me. ;-)