Safely in Cambridge

After approximately 21 straight hours of travelling (the 3 hours asleep on the plane still count) and running over around 1000 people with my wheely suitcase of death, I am safely in Cambridge. It was a perilous and event-filled trek, which could rival the Odyssey in terms of suspense and drama, but I will record it when I'm not paying by the minute at a shady internet cafe (good area of town, but continues in the grand tradition of internet cafes in being a little bit dirty). I can't post pictures for the same reason, they will be included in my gripping telling of my journey to Cambridge.

First impressions: I have yet to meet a rude British person. They're fantastic. Some have basically taken me by the hand and shown me where to go (for reals). Cambridge is a really pretty cool little town (hamlet? village? I'm unclear). I really like it; it's kinda like Florence in that it's small and centrally located, but cleaner. The most obnoxious thing here (past the lack of internet!!!) is the tourists (particularly the German and Chinese, perhaps it's a cultural thing?).

I got mistaken for a local! The guy asked me directions and then he heard my accent and was disappointed.

I think I'm gonna have to cut this one short, I'm getting pretty tired (damn jetlag/time change/travelling for a solid day). I am safe, fed, capable of accessing the internet at least once a day, and glad to be here. I'll start communicating more regularly once I have the internet close to me.