Dec 10 = Folkestone, England

Awoke at four cracks before dawn (i.e. 7 am). Dismantled the bike to fit in Gwen's car. She let me off at Victoria but I had to cycle a nerve-wracking mile through early morning London traffic to Charing Cross station. Got the 10 am train to Folkestone. Arrived at noon. Bought my Dover-Boulogne ticket and returned to the Vollers. Washed clothes and packed and repacked. Susan and Clair came home first, then Andy. After dinner Clair, Andy and I went down to Lydd for a dance. Andy and some of his cool teenage cousins and I took a ride out on Romney Marsh for a little known pub. I told Andy I didn't want a weak English Lager so he bought me two of England's finest. They did the work of a six-pack of America's finest. Returned to the dance, no girls available. Returned home at 10 pm.