Conference(, no skiing this) time

Ox, is that you?!

Just before my Indonesian adventure took off, I got to present my Tus work to an audience of DNA replication specialists. The thought of going to Egham did not particularly excite me – as google maps quickly taught me the town was situated practically on top of Heathrow’s runways. However, England would not be England were it not that even these kerosene fume filled outskirts of London somehow still have the air of being a Harry Potter movie set. Egham turned out to be home to the Royal Holloway University of London. Never heard of the place, even though it seemed to want to compete with Oxbridge in appearance. Besides this, Windsor Castle turned out to be around the corner and, more importantly: Great Windsor park.

The gang.

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Going continental

Ah, where are the days when I started off rowing across the Thames to witness the sun rise above Port Meadow, spent my day drinking tea with milk in the lab and ended up having dinner and a pint at the Royal Oak? Right, those days are long gone. Yet now all this comes back to me whilst walking through The Hague’s brand new M&S. A true delight.