Panic on the Streets of London (JUNE 20)

Somehow I forgot how fun the clouds are in person! And I found out that Sigur Ros is the only thing worth listening to thousands of feet above the Atlantic.

Landed and arrived to an overcast, brisk, 54 degree London morning. Since London is six hours ahead of Ohio, technically we time-warped on the way in. Spent a couple hours riding the subways, trains, and buses to find our hotel. We met a ton of legit Jewish men along the sidewalks. Walked around a bit and decided to have breakfast at Aran's Cafe. Ordered an omelet and chips. Very odd breakfast indeed, and my stomach thought so as well. My favorite part of London actually happened at this cafe/diner/establishment. We ate at a table with a family that was Indian. They were speaking French. And the dad said something to us in English and he had a really strong British accent. I loved it!

We took the bus downtown to London Bridge and walked along the River Thames down around Tower Bridge and back to London Bridge. During this time my omelet and chips kicked in really bad and, needless to say, I had to spend 20 pence on a public restroom. My jet-lag was also kicking in. We hopped on the bus and rode an hour back to our hotel.

Our hotel was this cool little bed and breakfast off Amhurst Street. It was nice to finally brush my teeth. We talked to the manager Chris in the back garden for an hour or so. He had a really neat perspective on England and the United States and other things. It was nice to see someone else's point of view. I think that's what I like about London... there are so many different people from so many different places speaking so many different languages.

Headed downtown again and wandered around for a couple more hours. Saw some gardens and old cemeteries and cool buildings. Then, again, back home towards the hotel. We had a dinner at the Surf Cafe next to the train station. There were a ton of dudes in there watching a Morocco v. Togo soccer game. They had great tuna panini. And the guy working told Andy and I we looked French! YES! (at least he didn't think we smelled French)

And that was about it for London. Showered. Went to bed. Got up super early. Walked in the ghetto to find a train station. Hung around in the airport, caught the plane.



It's a little hard for me to grasp that I used to live in England... for four years. I don't think I could do it again.