GB Stickers Everywhere

So I have been having a bit of writer's block. Or actually, I'm not even sure I would call it that. I keep going back and forth on whether I should regurgitate things that happened in Iceland or stay focused on the present since they are a little less fuzzy.
Although everything's a bit fuzzy right now, as I have had a high fever for the past 4 days.
I think I have the swine flu, but no one believes me. You'll all feel bad when my nose turns into a SNOUT!
Anywho, I have been in the UK for 6 days now. So you guys do the math. UK 6 days, sick for 4 of them. Not cool.
I did get to explore London though and see the changing of the guard and Buckingham palace and where Prince William and Harry live, and the London Eye and Big Ben... and all that fun stuff. Even more than those things, I just love the diversity of that city. It definitely highlights that I am from a SMALL town. The first day I was there I met people from Romania, Ivory Coast, and Ghana. And that was within like 5 hours of just arriving. The Romanian's I met on the street seemed dodgy, but one of them let me use his phone and gave me a free sandwich. I'll happily accept free food, even after I asked his friend what he did for a living and he said "you don't want to know. bad things" and he looked like he did bad things so I stopped inquiring soon after. Ha.
That night a couple of people from the hostel and I went out to a club. Yep, they do stay open later than 2am. But Gramma Mo couldn't hack it, so I left around 3:30 which they said was early. The club was full of 18 year olds, though. I could have easily robbed many a cradle, but decided that I would put that one off for a minute.
I made friends with 2 of the guys that worked at the front desk of the hostel. Their names were Paul and Rene (like my parents!) Weird, hah? One was from Ghana and the other Ivory Coast. Me being super interested in anything African, carried on asking them about a million questions each. And they still wanted my email address, guess I got lucky.
I met up with my friend Andy the first evening I arrived. We studied abroad together in New Zealand and boy was it nice to see his happy shining face again. I can remember the exact moment perfectly when I last saw him. Our boats were going in different directions in Fiji... and then BANG, he's back in my life for another second. Life is weird.
Now I am in Edinburgh, Scotland. I took a bus up here from London yesterday which probably wasn't the best idea. I was sneezing, coughing, sweating, etc. the whole way up here. And I don't think I was the nicest person ever to be around. Oops. Andy's parents had been taking care of me before that. Bringing me meals and medicine in bed, and checking on me every hour or so. Nice people. But then I felt bad for Andy just basically dumping me on them so I decided it would be best if I got out of their hair. I feel a tiny bit better today, but that swine doesn't mess around.
I haven't gotten a chance to see Edinburgh yet, but I keep saying this "hopefully I will feel better tomorrow."
From what I can see, the weather looks and feels a bit like Iceland and everyone knows how much I loooooooooooooove cold weather.................................