Arrived at Kingston

I totally miscalculated how heavy 50 kg would be to carry around on. Now I have a whole 'nother understanding of the word luggage after lugging the damn rubish around all day. My fingers feel like they're going to blister and I can't really lift my arms higher than my shoulders.

But... on a brighter side I'm in Kingston now, sitting on (or in) a very comfortable couch at the Potterybar, drinking a SanMiguel, waiting for my pan fried beef strips.