Most people land here in London or on the coast of a land called America. It's to the West by a bit.
So Mister Who Has Not Yet Given Me His Name, I'll tell you what, if you give me your name, and possibly an address, I'll come get you and get you a hot meal, a mug of mead. I can't promise that we'll find you any more comfortable trousers, though, I haven't yet stockpiled a collection of clothes for the anachronistically challenged.