I went to jolly old England a couple of weeks back to see Cindy and Mel. It seems like I'm always a couple of weeks behind on this. Good times were had by all.
I arrived at London Heathrow with no problems at all, until I tried to get through customs. Those limey bastards seemed to be under the impression that I wanted to illegally immigrate there, because they asked me a good 15 minutes worth of questions, including how I was funding my trip, where I was staying and the phone number of that person (Cindy) and whether she was a girlfriend or an acquaintance. I had the intense desire to tell that broad that we rebelled against her monarch already and I had no desire to live under its tyranny anymore. FEB's!
On that Saturday, we went to a Guy Falkes Day celebration, which was strange considering Guy Faulkes tried to blow up Parliment. Crazy Englishmen. It would be like the US having a Whiskey Rebellion Day every year. But there was a big bonfire and fire works, and I do love me some fire and explosions.
Other than that, there's not a lot of stories to be told, but general good times seeing sights in the day and drunken shenanigans at night.
And on that note, I shall leave with some photos, naturally.
Me at Buckingham Palace. I resisted the urge to shout obscenities and urinate on the Monarch's working palace.
Crazy-hatted Englishmen just before the Changing of the Guard
The Englishmen try so big, but they are a poor substitute for the average SWAC marching band
The Changing of the Guard was a surprisingly elaborate process. It lasted about 40 minutes.
Some Cannuck monument. Notice all the maple leaves
Unfortunately this is real. Fortunately it is just a steak house, and not an actual embassy, much to the average Texan's chagrin, I'm sure.
I had to post this for my buddy Juano. The FEB's couldn't give Ecuador their own building? Madness
St. Paul's Cathedral. As Moms points out, it is protestant so that Henry VIII could get him another woman.
According to Pat, this is me being disrespectful to St. Paul's cross.
This son of a bitch giant leaf attacked me as I was walking down the street. Damn Englishleaves.
The Rosetta Stone is really impressive in person. I don't have anything witty to add, it was just damned impressive.
The British Museum, from whence the Rosetta Stone sits.
Giant God-Damned door in said Museum. Melissa for scale.
That is a glorious Kiwi statute.
Needless to say, I giggled like a schoolgirl every time the proper British lady came over the loudspeaker to announce that our train was going to Cockfosters.
As it turns out, the Tower of London isn't one actual tower, but a series of towers and buildings. The Monarchy lived there at one point. Who knew.
Tower Bridge
Guy Faulkes tried to blow this place up, so naturally, they celebrate it by throwing a big ass party and a fire.
for some reason they let this Motley crew of Americans into the festivities
A few more photos can be found here http://www.pbase.com/msimon8/london
That is all for the time being.
More to come.
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