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Chpt 29 - That's Near London, Right? (Mitch's POV)

Sitting on the left hand side of the car, Aza's driving on the left side of the road... yep... two signs that already tell me I'm in England. I look up from the road and stare at the sky, surprisingly it's not raining, but it was horribly overcast and a miserable grey.

Aza's driving on a freeway, or a 'motorway' is the word Azalea used. This was going to take some getting used to...

"Well... welcome to Suffolk." Azalea says as we drive past a sign labelled 'Suffolk'.

"So err... where are we again?" I ask.

"East Anglia." Azalea answers.

"Where?"

"East of England."

"That's near London, right?" I guess.

Azalea tenses, "Mitch, if I weren't driving right now I would facepalm so hard."

"What? What did I say?"

Azalea sighs and shakes her head, "Yes, Mitch, we're near London, okay?"

"Huh." I nod, "Okay. How near?"

Azalea takes a deep breath, "I was being sarcastic."

"I don't understand." I admit.

"Well...when we get to my place I'll show you where we are. And how definitely not near we are to London." Azalea replies.

"So... we're not near London?" I ask.

"Not particularly, no." Azalea keeps her eyes on the road, "But I don't think you've heard of any other places, have you?"

"Not really." I reply.

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"Okay..." Azalea joins me on the couch, an atlas in her hands. She flicks through a few pages and shows me a world map, "That's Canada... America...So we were in California," her finger travels over the Atlantic and stops on an island north of Europe, "This is Britain, got that?"

"Yes, Aza, I'm not stupid! I know where everything is." I reply.

"Well you see I just don't know..." she looks at me, "Presuming we're near London isn't exactly the smartest thing I've ever heard." Azalea flicks a few more pages and shows me a map of Britian, she circles a south easterly area with her finger, "East Anglia..." then she circles a smaller area, "Suffolk..." then she points to a town, "That's where we are."

I point to London, "There... you see? We are near London."

Azalea buries her face in her hands and runs her fingers through her hair, "No!"

I laugh, "We are!"

"Just believe me on this one, we're not!" Azalea protests.

"I think that's pretty close..." I lean back and look at the whole page, "But come to think of it... everything is near London."

"No it's not!" She circles Scotland, "I don't think that's near London, do you?"

I turn the page around, "It kinda is."

"Mitch... Scotland is as near to London as... as..." she turns the page onto Europe, "Paris! You're not gonna say that Paris is near London, are you?"

I stretch out my fingers and place my thumb on London and place my index finger on the border of Scotland, and then I compare the distance from Paris to London, "It kinda is..." I mutter.

"Mitch! That's like saying France is near London!" Azalea responds.

I laugh, "It kind of is!"