And the journey continues…
I would suggest that an internet cafe is not the place to be playing songs like Lean on Me and What Becomes of the Broken Hearted?. I’m bloody well teared up in decidedly unemotional London. Actually, to be fair, I’ve noticed a lot of warmth and friendliness in genereal amongst Londoners. But still, I think crying in public might be crossing the line.
I am supposed to be finding my way out of London, but it’s a bit difficult. First, finding internet cafes has proven to be a challenge. Second, I just plain like it here. It’s a cloudy day today, though, which helps me with the moving on.
I’ve been really really lucky here in London. The sun has been warm and calming. My host and his roommate have been fabulously hospitable, showing me the town, lending compasses, maps, advice, time and drink.
I’ve eaten more meat here than I have in a very long while. We ate at an award winning gastropub last night, in our neighbourhood (I’ve moved myself in, I suppose), called the Garrison Pub, or Garrison House. There are many lovely pubs, restaurants and cafes to eat at, and for less than I would have expected in London.
I’m now in the process of deciding where to go next. Sicily, Sardinia and South France are current contenders. I tear myself away from London reluctantly, but know I will return.
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Well, I guess you can cross number 26 off your list then! *Announcer’s voice* “While visiting the British Isles, why not take a trip to lovely rainy old Scotland? Visit the wee folk, observe the effects of over a millennium of collective manic depression, bond with football hooligans, take up the bagpipes, emigrate to Canada”.