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I'm going to rewind to this summer, maybe explain an event at a time, so it doesn't escape my memory forever.
Iceland is too fresh to count as a memory.
Here's Day 1 of London, for me to share with you, but basically for me to share with me.
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| off the plane, beginning an adventure |
How did our parents let us go to Europe? Four unsupervised teenagers, however independent we thought we were, that had never gone a month without mum's home cooking...
And so it unfolds...
Finding the hostel was basically like trying to blindly tap the right brick to enter Diagon Alley, except we had no way of magically lightening our suitcases. Four bunks in a small room, home sweet home.
First things first, off to the Tower. We were greeted by snarky tourguides and phallic ice cream cones. The crown jewels were the same as the google images of them, and the ravens were still as grossly enthralling as ever.
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| Tower of London, catapult |
Having no plans afterwards but to wander aimlessy, we found ourselves at a patch of lovely grass in front of the Tate, which Matt then proceeded to eat and destroy.
If that wasn't enough hooliganery for one day, after having our first of many tastes of English Indian food, we got kicked out of a gay bar. No, not for not being gay enough, I'm sure at least the boys could give off that vibe, but for those damn age limits. After chugging a cranberry drink, and being solicited for marijuana, sex and ecstasy, we rounded it off with a visit to one of the world's largest sex shops.
Goodnight London, I'm already in love.
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