i'm just a literary tease, my reputation's on its knees.

Attack of the London Pigeons

June 01, 2005

I see London, I see France, I see... well, let's not talk about that, shall we? Here I am in London, sitting at an internet cafe unable to restrain myself from smiling with glee at the red double deckers rumbling past. I don't even mind that the London Bridge is in Arizona and that the Queen wasn't home when we went past... we'll have our meeting yet, oh yes... er...

I spent a few minutes feeding pigeons by the Thames, refusing to stop until a crowd of 13 pigeons had gathered, worshipping at my feet, and then a little boy scared them all swooping and squawking away. It seemed a perfect time to move on.

You have to pay 20p to go to the bathroom but this afternoon we discovered the trick of going into McDonalds, of all places, for a free toliet experience. We, of course, did not eat there. Oh, and for the corporation haters out there... Starbucks is everywhere in England as well as at home... argh!

We are staying right in the heart of London at St. Christopher's Village a MASSIVE youth hostel that cost 28.80 for two nights (That's about $50.. for London, that ain't bad, kids!) Our dorm is a fourteen person room with these awful bright yellow sheets. The hallways smell a bit like body odour (<-- note the British spelling) covered with Lysol, but our room included free coffee or tea between 6 - 9 at the local internet cafe, as well as a free breakfast in the morning. Sweet!

So far, we haven't been doing too bad with the money spending, but I still have, what, 8 weeks of travelling left? So we'll see what tune I'm singing a few weeks from now. For day, we packed sandwiches so the only money we've spent is on the tour bus (which is valid for tomorrow as well) & the room.

London is rainy and miserable and I have a cold. However, sweet milky tea seems to cure all yer ills and I feel a lot better now inside the hot internet cafe than I did swaddled in an ugly white poncho sitting on top of a double decker tour bus holding onto my hat so it didn't blow away.

I've got a TON of gorgeous pictures that I will post as soon as I'm able (probly not until July) and I'm having a simply lovely time, despite the cold wet rain and the sniffles that keep sneaking up on me. A few more doses of this godawful treacle cough syrup (yuck! yuck! and double yuck! this stuff is worse than NyQuil) and I should be feeling dandy.

Tomorrow, we are hitting up the Tate Modern Art Gallery, the National Gallery, and the British Museum. In the afternoon, we will be wandering gleefully around Hyde Park until about 6 when we embark on a spooooky ghost tour of the pubs of London. Sweet! More when I am able... until then... I remain Moira. International Superstar. Or something.

Moira at 03:18 PM :: Comments (3) :: ::

So when does your blog title change to "Literary Teas"?

Ha ha ha...

I'm just tea-sing you.

Ha ha ah! (Wipes eyes.) Ahem. Okay, back under control now.

Posted by: Dennis G. Jerz at June 1, 2005 11:17 PM

Good one Dr. Jerz!

Moira! If you can, hit the East End.

You'll love it--Jack the Ripper baby. There are alot of ghost stories in that part of London. It's also called Whitechapel.

Posted by: Lou Gagliardi at June 5, 2005 10:15 PM

So glad to hear that you're having a good time, Moira. If you remember, please grab a few sugarpackets for me!!! I would love that...

Anyway, I hope that things continue to go well--safe, healthy, well-financed trips are good memories even though the disastrous and tragic tend to stick more ;-)

Posted by: Karissa at June 7, 2005 04:44 PM
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