For 3.99 we scored a main meal, a drink and some dessert, which seemed to be a pretty reasonable deal considering it was England. A little more browsing, a nose around Sainsbury's, and we were ready to head back to Hew's house to begin the arduous task of attempting to pack all of our belongings into our backpacks and assorted auxiliary bags. This was something of an eventful day. Then we called a minicab and locked up his house and caught the cab to the station. Minicabs are something of a curiosity to someone like me who comes from a city where all the cabs are pretty well regulated.
Minicabs basically consist a person and their car.
You ring them, or go to their office, they drive you somewhere, you give them money. Simple as that. Well, this minicab was a slightly grumpy old bloke with an ageing Ford, which was well-kept, apart from the rust and the fact that the whole car was overwhelmingly crappy. He got us to East Croydon station for a couple of pounds less than a normal cab, but by golly I think next time I'll spend the extra money. See if we could con the Heathrow Express people into accepting our Britrail SouthEast passes, or otherwise buy tickets.