subtitled: The English deserve every imperial ounce of their culinary reputation.
I had lunch at a grocery store, which doubled as a cheap source of even cheaper laughs at offerings such as "whole grain yogurt", "mayonaise and prawn sandwiches on oatmeal bread", and yogurt that included whipped cream, lemon juice, and "maize derivative" in its long list of ingredients.
My timeline of the day was more or less as follows: arrive at Heathrow on the redeye at 6:30, clear customs and baggage claim, ride the underground to my hostel- a gutted mansion in a wealthy london neighborhood, wandering to find a pub older than my home country ( i didn't have to wander far), napping for 3 glorious jetlag soaked hours, then taking the tube to the Thames river bank around sunset to walk from the london bridge to the tower bridge. Right now I am sitting at a curry house on the famous Brick Lane, one that features an "off liscence" internet cafe. It's almost 10pm now and only dusk. My energy is wavering so it looks like it's back to my hostel for tonight.
I had lunch at a grocery store, which doubled as a cheap source of even cheaper laughs at offerings such as "whole grain yogurt", "mayonaise and prawn sandwiches on oatmeal bread", and yogurt that included whipped cream, lemon juice, and "maize derivative" in its long list of ingredients.
My timeline of the day was more or less as follows: arrive at Heathrow on the redeye at 6:30, clear customs and baggage claim, ride the underground to my hostel- a gutted mansion in a wealthy london neighborhood, wandering to find a pub older than my home country ( i didn't have to wander far), napping for 3 glorious jetlag soaked hours, then taking the tube to the Thames river bank around sunset to walk from the london bridge to the tower bridge. Right now I am sitting at a curry house on the famous Brick Lane, one that features an "off liscence" internet cafe. It's almost 10pm now and only dusk. My energy is wavering so it looks like it's back to my hostel for tonight.
1 comment:
freakin amazing. The Not Un-Greatest Trip Ever has begun. Sittin at a hotel in Florence, S.C. right now but couldnt be happier (unless i was already in Europe I guess). See you soon, sir. I'll be readin every day.
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