So the last i left off the band had broken up in Sweden and we had made our way back to the UK to fly home. I however had always planned to stay behind in England. My girlfriend Mary later my first wife had planned to meet up with me in the UK and then we were gonna spend a little time time traveling around europe. But i had two weeks to kill till she got there.
We methodically explored quite a number of pubs in the the grimy yet colorful area of south london where he lived.
John worked nights and i learned to ride the night buses around london. A helpful skill i relied upon many times since. Also the London tube map has a way of distorting your perception of the spatial relationship between different neighborhoods and boroughs of London.
You get a much better sense from the buses. But i digress. I then headed down to the Isle of Thanet. This is the very tip of land where the south eastern thames estuary meets the english channel. At least for the last few generations.
I have a large batch of cousins, uncles and aunts in this area. We then explored the various pubs of this part of the UK. By the time mary arrived in London i was ready to get out to of the UK. I had settled on a pretty wacky idea. A trip to Morocco. I was unwittingly taking part in a long rock tradition of visiting this cultural crossroads. On top of that she had spent time in Mogadishu not cause she was in the 10th mountain division but because her mother and stepfather were very ambiguously associated with the state department, always ending up in interesting places like the Mogadishu, Peshawar and Manilla.
