Most Europeans will try to eat you

On January 10th 2011, I expelled myself from the eastern colonies of the United States, made a turn at Paris, France and dove deep into the heart of the black pool. En route, I encountered a few suspect characters.

1. Grandma Sharry. Relation: Irish Air France seatmate. Suspicious behaviour: Predisposition to share her food, life stories, and phone number. Will drive four hours to pick me up from a ferry in England. Must want something from me.
2. Unnamed West Virginian Cadaver Toucher. Relation: Only other passenger in Air France terminal at 5:45am. Suspicious behaviour: Discussing her love of touching dead bodies for "anthropology" at "school" in "Scotland" with her bare hands. Also, wearing flip flops.
3. Flatmate Ciaragh. Relation: Flatmate. Suspicious behaviour: Welcoming me to my new home with open arms and a fistful of bloody papers. Says they're from pig carcasses. Veterinary science may be cover for more sinister recreational activity.

Sketch of Grandma Sharry, in absence of photo record

First day of travel promises rich cache of mysteries to come. Will pursue investigation with caution.