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Trip Start Nov 29, 2001
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Well the weekend of the 8th/9th started out pretty tame. We went down to the Portobello Road market, which was super cool, though very cold and crowded. And no Hugh Grant. Great place to buy everything from Christmas trees, to Union Jack thong underwear, to your favorite knockoff designer gear to antiques that are unbelieveably expensive. And it was absolutely packed with people despite the cold. We spent the rest of the evening hanging out in Trafalger square and a nearby pub.
Our Sunday adventure was nowhere near as tame. We went to this Aussie/Kiwi/South Africaner bar called "The Church". It starts at noon on Sunday in a seedy district, in a difficult to find warehouse (well, you can just follow the drunken Aussies to find it). Since they can't sell alcohol, well, you have to buy tickets for £7, and then trade your ticket for 3 drinks, which you then carry around in a plastic bag. Did I mention there is sawdust on the floor? The Church also comes complete with "preacher" who tells jokes about the different nationalities present, two strip shows and a 4 to 1 guy to girl ratio, and awesome music that absolutely everyone sings along to. It doesn't matter that you can't move, or that you stand on a sea of sawdust and empty beer cans, that there is no possiblity of speaking to your friends the entire time or that Church means inebriation by 3pm when it all moves onto another pub, The Church is awesome and highly recommended fun.
On monday, our dear roomate George (from Kenya) fried up some chicken gizzards on the stove. Yeah. Whatever. Wouldn't have been a big deal if he hadn't sat them in the cold oven, in the same frying pan, in their own grease FOR THE ENTIRE WEEK!!! I really wanted to use the oven but couldn't go near those gizzards. I thought maybe he just didn't feel like cleaning out the pan and was hiding them for a while, but it turns out on friday, he fried them back up again and ate them. Yuck! The whole house stank for a day.
On wednesday we said goodbye to our friend Jo who was heading back to Australia, travel time 33 HOURS!! Friday was a Christmas party at a nearby Italian restaurant. Saturday we headed up to Manchester with our friend Alice from Cumbria. She showed us the Stadium where Manchester United plays (don't ask me what it's called, I refuse to become football obsessed, or even football knowledgeable), and we went to a HUGE mall to shop for a bit. Alice and her friends are chinese, so we went out for chinese dinner and then played cards and watched movies all winter. Apparently Manchester is actually quite dangerous. Even though we were in the good area, Alice's boyfriend went to check on their cars a couple of times that evening. I guess if you're on the seedy side of town you're luck to not get shot.
Sunday, Alice drove us up to Windermere, which is in the Lake district. It was a beautiful drive, lots of sheep and cows and stone walls, rolling hills and grey skies. The little town is quite cute too, though rather touristy. Heavenly fish and chips, and I also got a scone smothered in hot rum butter and whipping cream. YUM!
Anyways, my internet time is about to run out, love you all,