
So, on the night of 12 September, I
flew to England. I had a direct flight from Chicago to London-- leaving around 9pm and arriving about 10am on Saturday morning. I took an Ambien and crashed on the flight; waking up relatively ready-to-go. A lot of people ask me what you take with you when you move to a new country--
this is what I brought with me. You really question your
priorities when stuffing

your life into two bags. I had never been to England, so I wasn't exactly sure what they did/did not have. Anyways, I landed at Heathrow and took the
Underground to
King's Cross to meet up with Adam, aka the Heat. We wandered around Islington-- through some
markets, stopped for a
drink in
Angel and had
lunch at a place called the
Narrow Boat. We watched a football match at a pu

b and then met up with Adam's girlfriend and friend for
drinks and
tapas. I couldn't sleep and walked around
St. Pancras in the early morning. The next day was the Mayor's
Thames Festival, so the Heat, Nik

ki and I headed down there. It was a pretty wicked
street fest with a lot of
food. I don't really like Shakespeare, but for some reason I was really stoked on
the Globe. We also were near the
Tate Modern, which had a huge
Os Gemeos piece on the side of it. Oh, yeah-- I saw
Big Ben. Nikki made me my first
English tea and then Adam and I took off for
drinks in Camden. The next morning, I grabbed a
taxi to St. Pancras and caught the
MegaTrain to Sheffield.
Welcome.
1 comments:
the two bens. amazing.
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