Israel just before the fatal moment that will live in infamy.
Too many stories to tell, Iâ€™ll highlight our first day of walking around and absorbing central London. I will butcher names as I try to recall everywhere we were at so bear with me. We took a cabbie, we always took cabbies- ben hated the underground, so we always ended up shelling out 9-18 pounds to get around- but once we were there, we just walked for hours and hours and it is the quickest way to get about.
On our way over to Covenant Gardens (I believe it was Covenant, our constant launching point) we were talking about what we wanted to do and catch. Museums, SIMM cards for our phones, and a cheap place to eat were on the agenda.
When we arrived in Covenant Gardens we pulled up to the side and it was decently packed. Israel, who I was talking to at the time, didnâ€™t even look as he opened up the taxi door (he was in the seat facing away form the driver) and we all looked up in shock because at that moment a man (bloke) I guess was trying to hurry around the crowd on the street, was in a full Kastanza like jump over I donâ€™t know what and he planted his chest into the corner of the door-
Covenant square, about to set out
It shouldnâ€™t have been so funny other than the man was genuinely in pain and rubbing his chest and looking at Israel aghast looking for some kind of explanation or apology. Israel never gave it because I think he was so shocked to see the man plant his chest into his door- the two just stared at each other- if I only had my camera!.
And then rubbing his chest cursing something about damn tourists he hurried off and we broke out in laughter, Israel not smiling or saying a thing, almost like it never happened.
One of the streets- typical London
We were in the middle of the market and it was awesome- everyone bustling about, little shops everywhere selling all kinds of knick knacks for the tourists and bar and what not lined the streets. We made our way for an indoor type of mall where we watched a great lived performance by a trio made up of two violins and a cello player. We moved on from spot to spot, taking in all that was London, from the Porcupine Pub which was everything I ever expected a pub to be, to some Texas type of restaurant that me and Israel couldnâ€™t wait to get out of and finally we moved our way to the Abbey and where all the government buildings were.
Again I donâ€™t recall names, but one of the central squares that holds a view of Westminster and is surrounded by museums and historical landmarks is where we ended up spending most of our time that day.
Again- in the moment typical London
Westminster Abbey was awesome as were the parks we walked through to get there. It is hard to say what it was we were seeing- if youâ€™ve been to London, most likely youâ€™ve seen the sights. Ben wasnâ€™t the best tour guide though he knew where everything was. Such frivolous things like names of places we were looking at were not nearly as important as where we would eat. In which case we found a great Mexican restraint near Oxford street I believe and we enjoyed some 5 pound lunch specials which was a steal around that area. The cab and food ate into our pockets, but we overlooked that for the first few days. The local food in London leaves much to be desired, so normally I would feet bad about this, going to a Mexican restaurant in London after just coming from Texas and San Antonio (55% Hispanic population) but- like I said what real options did we have? J Our day was finished with some bottles of wine and Alex, Benâ€™s friend who owned the flat showed up to toast us with some Ukrainian Vodka (honey, pepper) holy God- that stuff was rough. But we knocked it back like champs and finished the night in quite good spirits.