It was weird being back to work today. I guess I felt refreshed. I am part of the United Way committee again. I feel like such a fraud for helping out with the campaign when I don't even give to them. In fact, I choose to not give to them and give elsewhere.
I got my car horn replaced, too. No more sounding like a Japanese import. The jet lag is okay, I think. But my body feels like it is fighting off a cold, still. I'll lay off on the working out for now. I don't feel too bad from yesterday's session though.
While I was at my mom's for dinner last night, I almost took a photo of dinner. Just habit, I guess. But last night's dinner was really good.
I'm using my rice cooker right now to make some congee for the first time. I hope it turns out. I need to boil an egg.
Anyway, on to my trip recap!
[b]Day 3: London[/b]
I think the day before was our first chance at getting on the Internet. Oh right. We found some cafe at the Portebello Market. It was like £1 for unlimited use that day or something like that, but the guy didn't tell us they were shutting down in about half an hour. I hadn't phoned anyone since I had arrived, either. I knew it was going to cost an arm and a leg to call from the hotel room, my "mobile" wouldn't work in the UK, and I never had enough change to use the payphones either.
Anyway, I fired off some emails, and chatted on MSN a bit. JF (I have no nickname for him, unfortunately...Maybe one will come to me later) had made plans to meet up the next day. Unfortunately the cafe shut down the computers while I was typing something. It was just a whole lot of finger crossing in hopes we'd meet up. We had decided to meet at "Big Ben on the side with the water."
T and I took the Tube, of course, and it just seemed so strange to me to see a man drinking beer while riding. Over here, you're not allowed to have open alcohol anywhere in public. We were going to do some sightseeing before meeting up with JF at 1 pm. We ended up not seeing much since we went off to the London Eye to buy some tickets for later in the evening. We arrived right on time in the right spot, but we didn't know. We saw Big Ben but didn't realise that was it. Then we were trying to get around it to get to the "side where the water was." We were walking and walking, and I think I convinced her we were not going in the right direction. We went back to where we started and luckily, I heard someone call me name. Phew, it was JF, and he had gifts -- heavy gifts of 2 chocolate bars, 1 kg each. *L*
We headed off for some lunch ("dinner," I think they call it), and then we took a long stroll. We went back and looked at Big Ben, the Parliament buildings, St. Paul's Cathedral (which was going under some sort of work), and Westminster Abbey. We saw quite a few bridges. One man stopped us, and asked us where the London Bridge was. As soon as he left, we walked by what he was looking for. I thought I took a photo of the "path" we took, but I guess not :( I can't find it. This path led us under things and through things. I'm talking about places where I wouldn't want to be alone at night!
After that, we had some "tea." I had my first roast and Yorkshire pudding of the trip. Mmm...I love Yorkshire pudding but so very rarely have it. The restaurant was very busy that evening. They had only 2 waitresses working the whole place. They were amazing! (Even after this couple did a dine 'n' dash.) I gave her a normal tip, and she thanked us for it. It was weird. Over here, serving staff get mad if you don't tip because they expect tips. We were told by someone over there that waitressing is a job people look down upon...kind of like "well, since I can't do anything, I'll be a waitress."
After our meal, JF left us. He was such pleasant company. T and I were both just wowed by how sweet and classy he was. And we headed off to the London Eye for our really big ferris wheel ride.
I can't remember why we started running for it, but we did. Then we got in our pod with a bunch of other people, circled, and I took a photo here and there. The thing moved so slowly that the only way to tell we were moving was to look outside. It got kind of boring because the scenery didn't change all that much. Then at the end of the ride, your photo is taken. I bought one even though it was a rip. From T's reaction, I could tell she didn't enjoy the experience at all. Oh well. I didn't mind it and I bought the (horrible) photo!!
And that was our Day 3.
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