London, day 1
The best way to combat jetlag is copious amounts of beer.
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We got back to travis' house and decided that sleeping would not be the best idea. travis and dorotchka's new apartment is fantastic-- the cleanest, nicest place I've ever seen trav live in . It has big, light, airy rooms, a big patio that includes a POTting shed, (if you know what I mean), a kitchen full of things like dried lentils and indian spices. Those of you who have stayed with T in the past (And I lived with him at one point!) know how impressive this is. Gone are the overflowing ashtrays under the couch, beercans on the floor and the 14 playstation joysticks hanging around. In its place are a red muppet-fur covered couch and a lots of neatly stacked books on shelves.
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travis, dorotchka, PChippy and I took a walk in a field next to the Victorian prison near his house. There was some kind of horsey exercise going on, lots of people in special outfits on horseback pulling canvas covered tanks and drillseargeants. None of us had any clue what it was, but it was neat to watch.
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Then we went to the store, got some beer, and drank it.
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Took a double decker bus into town, walked along the Thames, past the London Eye, 8 million buskers, and a few museums. After stopping at a few pubs, we nipped into a 17th century pub called "The George."
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Many of you know that Chippy and I really like to find old pubs, and this one was particularly good, it had made its own beer since about the 1800s. Fantastic.
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A few more pubs later and delerious after no sleep and drunk Chippy and I went back to t&d's house and passed out on the couch.