london is definitely british, through and through.
there's been a sore lack of extracurricular activity as i've fallen asleep by 5 pm since I got here.
this morning at 5, I set out - bright and chipper - towards trafalgar and big ben. with no traffic, biking isn't all bad, pleasant even.
biked along the thames and the london eye/ tate modern.
found a nice sidewalk cafe to have a breakfast of meat, meat, and meat.
then the hazards began their downpour, literally. rain, slippery cobbled roads, ROARING traffic down two lane roads where everyone drives on the *ahem* WRONG side!!! seriously, what the fucken hell! twice i was told to get off the sidewalk by helpful londoners. i didn't have the energy to tell them there were no bike lanes for me to bike in.
so, meander and cruise around town, by 8 I'm getting kind of tired you know? 4 hours nonstop isn't as fun as it sounds.
and if that doesn't sound fun at all, think about how fun it actually was.
once the bike chain came undone, for several hours the bike seat kept adjusting itself backwards and I had to stop and set it forwards so there wouldn't be a black foam penis coming out from my crotch area.
cruised around buckingham palace and felt thoroughly low-class, until i remembered that i would become an international art star and that british high society would be begging me to paint just one more commission...yes, it will happen.
i gave up and hailed an extremely overpriced cab, then biked the last stretch home. bought myself 3 beers and 2 smirnoff ices.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!!!!
