Flew to London. Noisy ElAl flight, but not too bad. Got to Charley and Steve's place
and had a good night sleep. Woke up the next day and took the underground into the City. Did a bit of walking along the river (Thames) and visited an old Power plant that was turned into an art Museum- Pretty cool. Went down to Covent Garden, grabbed a sandwich and sat down to watch a really bad street performer. Then took a boat...
Wait a minute, the bad street performer is worth another sentence or two. This guy was soooo bad it was almost addictive. Imagine a French madman with a really bad accent getting tied up in a strait jacket and chains while screaming and moaning in mid ecstasy. The preparation for what we were constantly informed was going to be an AMAZING escape act, lasted for 20 minutes, during which, the two poor teenagers the madman had selected from the horrified audience to tie him up, were attempting the complicated maneuver of holding the chain in one hand, hiding there faces in shame with the other, and following the ridiculous instructions of the madman which included sentences like "get it tight between my legs". A man in a straight jacket trying to point, literally point, where he wants the guys holding the chains to go, belongs in a straight jacket, I always say. One of the guys had a look on his face of "I hope none of my friends will walk by" and the other simply had a frown that read- "Am I the only one that thinks this guy just likes to be tied by young boys?".
and had a good night sleep. Woke up the next day and took the underground into the City. Did a bit of walking along the river (Thames) and visited an old Power plant that was turned into an art Museum- Pretty cool. Went down to Covent Garden, grabbed a sandwich and sat down to watch a really bad street performer. Then took a boat...As horrific as the whole scene was, Charley and I found ourselves not able walk away and kept saying to each other- "this couldn't be real, he's faking the bad act to create the atmosphere for some amazing trick. Just a couple more seconds... here we go..."
Well, he didn't do anything notable except for a whole new batch of sexually implying moans and screams. If you really must know- yes, he escaped. None of us did.
Well, he didn't do anything notable except for a whole new batch of sexually implying moans and screams. If you really must know- yes, he escaped. None of us did.
The guy after him was alright- walking a slack-rope and juggling "The swords of destiny", but he didn't leave as much of an impression.
Walking the streets London, for someone that is used to driving on the right ("right" as in "correct", not just as the opposite of "left") side of the road, has it's dangers. You either get hit by a car or you sprain your neck from frantically looking from side to side whenever you reach a crossing. Good thing I had Charley with me to stop me from stepping in front of moving traffic, even though I think that by the end of the day some of my cross-walk paranoia rubbed off to her and she started shaking her head too at every cross walk.
We took a boat up the Thames, all the way to Greenwich.
Good way to chill out on a day with good weather in London. We climbed up the hill, and behind the "Royal observatory" we found a mysteriously large bronze cone with a window cut at the top. "The largest single-piece bronze structure in the world"- or so said the sign. We were both very impressed, but had no idea what purpose it serves. I don't remember which of us suggested that it could be used to break the world record for largest number of men peeing on the same single-piece bronze structure. You could even put it on a sign.
Got home, had a quick bite and went out for some drinks at a lovely bar on the water.
Indian Food for dinner and a good night sleep.
Next Morning Charley put me on the train and away I went.
Great couple of days!
Oh, and Charley, Thanks for the great weather.
Walking the streets London, for someone that is used to driving on the right ("right" as in "correct", not just as the opposite of "left") side of the road, has it's dangers. You either get hit by a car or you sprain your neck from frantically looking from side to side whenever you reach a crossing. Good thing I had Charley with me to stop me from stepping in front of moving traffic, even though I think that by the end of the day some of my cross-walk paranoia rubbed off to her and she started shaking her head too at every cross walk.
We took a boat up the Thames, all the way to Greenwich.
Good way to chill out on a day with good weather in London. We climbed up the hill, and behind the "Royal observatory" we found a mysteriously large bronze cone with a window cut at the top. "The largest single-piece bronze structure in the world"- or so said the sign. We were both very impressed, but had no idea what purpose it serves. I don't remember which of us suggested that it could be used to break the world record for largest number of men peeing on the same single-piece bronze structure. You could even put it on a sign.Got home, had a quick bite and went out for some drinks at a lovely bar on the water.
Indian Food for dinner and a good night sleep.
Next Morning Charley put me on the train and away I went.
Great couple of days!
Oh, and Charley, Thanks for the great weather.
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