First outing

Imagine your trampess setting out early on Sunday morning in her finest tramp gear (running kit, after all the modern tramp runs not walks, big German army jacket-maybe the natives will think I am friendly, one less than 10kg shoulder bag and one less than 15kg wheelie - after all the modern tramp arrives not by steamer but by Ryanair) on what should have been a fine spring day.  But this was England and so it was snowing -- not a light, delicate snow, but a blizzard!  but in the spirit of my noble predecessor, I walked through Kensington Gardens to the tube; all services cut or minimum.  Notwithstanding, a train came and I arrived at Liverpool Street Station wet but on time to catch the Stansted Express.  Imagine also my joy in finding that the horribly long queue was to Italy and the one person queue was to Frankfurt.  Was something going right?  Stopped at security because my Nike+ shoes (well don't you want to know how fast, how long, and how many calories each run was? -- after all this is going to be a long run around Europe and I want to know the distance!) were sending out suspicious signals.  Happily (it really was my lucky day), the head of security also ran with these shoes -- not that that meant I was shooed (so to speak) through but he took them off for special inspection and off I went.  Plenty of time for a Starbucks before boarding.  Flight delayed (of course) due to snow in Frankfurt!!!  It isn't supposed to snow there either but when I arrived companion of the first tramp through Europe (that time with an old car and a tent) was waiting for me in the Wanderlustwagen, snow falling.  Happily the inside temperature of WLW is much warmer than inside temperature of a tent.  This could be a more comfortable journey!