I LOVE LONDON. Not deep unconditional love. Just love.
Its day5 of my life in London. I've managed to fill my days (considering my location and the ease of public transport) it would be a challenge not to.
My pal Matt Rankin met me early Sunday morning at the airport; it was fabulous to see him. He had an awful aroma about him, very late night- he hadn't even slept. It was funny because he repeated himself throughout the day, I don't think he remembers much about the morning.
We had lunch at Leicester Square, roamed the streets. Popped into the Slug and Lettuce in Fulham (Matt manages a bar, so he's knows folk within the 'bar circle')…Had a few pear ciders- there my favourite, but the serving size is so frigen big.Felt bloated, however I soldiered on J
I have been sorting out bank accounts, phone numbers and trying to find my bearings. I only found out this morning when I went for my run the city is left NOT right from Matt's place- here I was thinking I had a good sense of direction, hmmmmmmm anyway It only takes 20minutes or so to run into the city. So I'd say my mornings will begin with a stroll or jog past the old Big Ben!
I'm in my absolute element with the clothing stores. Here I am trying my hardest not to become attached to materials, but there is four second hand clothing stores in Matt's street. I went into the city and vintage stores are left, right and centre. This afternoon, one of the ladies who works downstairs is taking me to a place called brick lane and I have been told to prepare myself J
I haven't mentioned yet that Matt actually lives above the bar he manages. Circle Bar's the name. How convenient for him to get to work, 40-45 seconds to commute- depending on the traffic of course. Haha. He was babbling on yesterday about the traffic report he receives before he leaves his room. Funny b*****! Matt has a lady friend- which is most convenient, he stays there and I get his bed. Not a bad set-up really. I feel bad not paying rent or anything- I wash his clothes and even stitched up his jeans last night. (thanks to Nan's sewing kit)…after this blog I might clean the kitchen for the boys- he lives with 3 other guys.
I'm all booked to fly to Amsterdam with another pal and some of her mates. That's not happening till the 31st. Till then I'm going to continue roaming, catching up with and meeting people. We are also looking into ANZAC day in Gallipoli.
Totally investing in a single speed bike. Second hand offcourse J (Matty- there are so many over here…you would love it)
I have a beautiful family friend who I have kept in touch with via emails for a long time during my travels with football. She will always finish her emails with Mizpah, Shalom, Namaste. I'm sure she won't mind, if your interested in the meaning, google it J It's worth it.
Now excuse me while I have a cup of tea and scan the map as to what direction I will take…then I'll wing it
So…Namaste, Shalom, Mizpah J