Well, I made it safely and soundly, though the trip was long. 5 hours by plane to New York, 4 hours in the terminal, another 6 and a half to Heathrow. Luckily for myself, I remembered the name of the town in Wales I was supposed to head toward - Pontypridd (pronounced ponty-preeth. It's Welsh, and I don't understand any of their pronunciation rules) - even though I didn't have a working phone to call Martin on, or wifi for my computer to look anything up on, or a power adapter for my computer to give it life again after the long ride over.

Still, I remembered the name of a town, and, after landing at Heathrow, I desperately tried to find my way to the Underground or the train stations or the bus depot. After finally finding the underground, I recalled that, no, it wouldn't be helpful since I needed to get all of the way to Wales and not just around London. So, I found my way back through the airport and over to the trains. I grabbed an Express to London Paddington - the main station for London. From there, I found another train to Cardiff, and then headed on up to Pontypridd. I walked around town for a good long while since I somehow arrived a good hour before I had predicted. When the time came, I headed back to the train station where Martin picked me up. We ran a few errands in the evening, grabbed some food, and then called it a night. Even though I should have been massively jet-lagged, I somehow wasn't.

The next morning, I woke ready to go, and I set out with Martin to help him at work. He prepares workshops for local primary schools. He takes half a day at a school and gives them a talk about scientific forces then shows them how to build rockets or hovercrafts that the kids then get to operate. So, for two days straight - Wednesday and Thursday - I visted schools with Martin and had a blast working with the kids and helping them put their crafts together.

Today, we plan on going for a bit of a hike. Should be a grand time.