Friday the Twenty-Second of July, Two-Thousand and Eleven
I started my day by catching the tube to Westminster, passing hordes of tourists in the warm summer sun. Rather than queue up for hours to pay to see the inside of a few buildings, I wandered into the Supreme Court. Free and open to the public, and not particularly a tourist sight. Perhaps I would have appreciated it more had I been a law student, but even I was awe-struck sitting in a room where the Privy Council convenes.
I wandered out and found myself walking around the Horse Guard building... exiting through the main entrance, dodging the poop along the way. What greeted me from beyond the blinding light outside were masses of tourists, gathered to photograph the Soldiers of the Horse Guard. For once I felt as if I were being chased by the paparazzi, but no, they were there for the horses...
My stomach called out to me as I gravitated towards Chinatown, craving food and pearl milk tea. Which was odd since I didn't drink pearls in Brisbane all that often... I'm a pudding milk tea boy. It was at "Leong's Legends" that I had lunch, a plate of rice with pork and a powdery pearl milk tea. Sitting alone in the window gazing as the passers-by.
Finishing my late meal, I decided I'd wander around Soho for a while, then walk home, just to see how long it would take. My only stop along the way was at a camera store to pick up some film for my shiny new Lomo. The trip from Soho to Canada Waters, past the British Museum, along the Holborn Viaduct to Tower Bridge, then down Jamaica Road took just over an hour on foot and that was with a number of long detours. Central London ain't that big...
I started my day by catching the tube to Westminster, passing hordes of tourists in the warm summer sun. Rather than queue up for hours to pay to see the inside of a few buildings, I wandered into the Supreme Court. Free and open to the public, and not particularly a tourist sight. Perhaps I would have appreciated it more had I been a law student, but even I was awe-struck sitting in a room where the Privy Council convenes.
I wandered out and found myself walking around the Horse Guard building... exiting through the main entrance, dodging the poop along the way. What greeted me from beyond the blinding light outside were masses of tourists, gathered to photograph the Soldiers of the Horse Guard. For once I felt as if I were being chased by the paparazzi, but no, they were there for the horses...
My stomach called out to me as I gravitated towards Chinatown, craving food and pearl milk tea. Which was odd since I didn't drink pearls in Brisbane all that often... I'm a pudding milk tea boy. It was at "Leong's Legends" that I had lunch, a plate of rice with pork and a powdery pearl milk tea. Sitting alone in the window gazing as the passers-by.
Finishing my late meal, I decided I'd wander around Soho for a while, then walk home, just to see how long it would take. My only stop along the way was at a camera store to pick up some film for my shiny new Lomo. The trip from Soho to Canada Waters, past the British Museum, along the Holborn Viaduct to Tower Bridge, then down Jamaica Road took just over an hour on foot and that was with a number of long detours. Central London ain't that big...
Saturday the Twenty-Third of July, Two-Thousand and Eleven
This day I bummed around until two in the afternoon, when my cousin Arthur arrived. He just recently graduated from law from a university northwards, and came to visit my cousin, her baby and I. After catching up Arthur and I went for a walk, then headed to Cafe East, a Vietnamese restaurant nearby. The pho was great, and the restaurant bustled with a growing number of patrons. Luckily, we had arrived early.
This day I bummed around until two in the afternoon, when my cousin Arthur arrived. He just recently graduated from law from a university northwards, and came to visit my cousin, her baby and I. After catching up Arthur and I went for a walk, then headed to Cafe East, a Vietnamese restaurant nearby. The pho was great, and the restaurant bustled with a growing number of patrons. Luckily, we had arrived early.
Sunday the Twenty-Fourth of July, Two-Thousand and Eleven
My notes for this day simply state: Lazy.
I think I just ended up watching season five of "How I Met Your Mother"... the Barney and Robin arc...
My notes for this day simply state: Lazy.
I think I just ended up watching season five of "How I Met Your Mother"... the Barney and Robin arc...
Sadly the light pollution and clouds each night mean I can't see you, Betelgeuse.
Edwin
Edwin