Hallo everybody back home in the United States! This is Brian here, reporting from London. Yes, I made it here alive in one piece. Just to give you a quick recap: on Sunday, I spent the night in San Francisco so I would be able to catch my flight out Monday around noontime. The HI hostel at Fisherman's Wharf is really a treat and has a spectacular view. Too bad I didn't get to stay at that one and instead had to walk past street pimps and crack dealers to get to mine near the Tenderloin District. But once you got inside the HI, it was really inviting and safe.
Monday was the day that never ended, and transitioned into Tuesday without any sign that there was a divider between the days. For some reason, it was light outside the plane the entire flight, and my biological clock was off 8 hours, so I wasn't able to sleep any of the flight. I landed in Heathrow, and with one cup of coffee flowing through me, I hit the ground running. Stepping outside the Underground at Westminster and being greeted by Big Ben is one of those "Jesus Christ!" moments, where you're in the midst of something incredible and you just can't believe you're seeing it. I spent the day meandering along the south bank of the Thames...saw the London Eye ferris wheel, then attended Shakespeare's Globe Theatre and saw "The Merchant of Venice" and just about passed out on the floor due to sleep deprivation after standing amongst all the other groundlings in the pit. I then ended the day with fish and chips at a local pub. London is expensive, and all the people here are pasty white.
That's all for now. My internet time is over. Catch you the next go-around.
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