london is awesome

after my last post i ended up having a fantastic day in london. zoe`s room mate chris was a great guy and we met up with 2 other people and he showed me around london. the weather kind of sucked, but i saw the tate, st pauls, westminster abbey and big ben, the large ferris wheel, and the london museum. we also saw one of the weirdest things i have ever seen: birds playing guitars at the barbican. i could not possibly describe how bizzare it was in words alone.

we stayed out late that night and i had a terrible kebab. the food in london is uniformly awful.

i slept late the next morning, but my kind host woke me up and i had a traiditional english breakfast. it was gross. who needs fries for breakfast, and why would anyone want to eat blood pudding? there was a large family next to us and they were all drinking at 1pm. i never saw so ,uch public drunkenness in my life. As to the awful food, i found out that english people eat something called "chips and bap" or something like that, and it'sz just a french fry sandwich on white bread. a fried chicken sandwich where the bun was fried chicken (also known as the double down) would be better for you. probably.

after that, we went and saw sherlock holmes's house and it was great. at this point; zoe had had enough walking but i still wanted to see some stuff, so after a brief visit to uniqlo i went to the british museum. at least, i tried to. it was really hard to find and no one knew where it was. i kept getting vague directions but felt for sure i was slowly getting closer, which was important because it was raining very hard and my pants, socks, and shoes were soaked through.

i went up to these two guys to ask directions and, by the time i noticed they were chavs drinking cider, it was too late. i asked the closest one where the british museum was, and he looked at me, soaked to the bone and still dripping rain but with a polite smile, and he said; "fuck you." his friend tried to give me slightly better directions, but neither one of them actually knew where the museum was. what a shock.

i finally found it and was leaving wet footprints behind me and it was awesome. too bad it closed so eaarly and i had spent so much time looking for it.

after that i met up with zoe, we shopped, and she made me a delicious dinner with chicken and roast vegetables. i turned the leftovers into a delicious sandwich because i am such a responsible guy. that night at 2am i left the safety of Zoe's house and caught a bus to a coach station near buckingham palace. everything was poorly marked and this american girl and i missed the only bus to gatwick until 730am (it was 315 and my flight to agadir left at 630). i thought we were fucked because a cab ride would have been 90 pounds. but apparently there is an express train to gatwick that nobody bothered to tell us about, so we caught that and ,ade it to the airport without incident.

sorry there are no pictures, i will explain why in the next post