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We will rock you
... of Nelson. The traffic is snarled up and there are police everywhere and we're not really sure what is going on. We see riot police out on horseback with full riot gear on, including shields for the horse's faces. There are police lining the route and in front of every major building, bridges are closed to traffic. At one stage the bus driver advises that the doors will not be opened for a length of the journey as there are rioters outside. We find ...
Last day, last chance to see everything!
... it ever! Like all world renown museums, it is overwhelming so I just concentrated on the ancient exhibits according to the self-guided tour in my Rick Steve's book. For a couple of hours, I viewed the ancient Egyptian mummies, Rosetta Stone, burial exhibits, Greek and Assyrian pieces. Took photos of all and especially the Elgin Marbles since they are so controversial. Big movement to return them to native Greece but I don't ...
Yes, we have arrived to London
... the tree where we spread my Granny's ashes, took photos, and then decided rather than taking the tube with the suitcases, that we would walk to Trafalgar Square (30 min walk). The paths were clearly marked and there are Olympic volunteers dressed in purple/pink were very helpful. So impressive how well organized the signage is and the number of people making sure you are headed where you want to be. We finally arrived in ...
An UNbelievable summer of sport
There is no doubt that July & August 2012 was the best time to be unemployed in London. There was just so much going on, not least of course the Olympics, & although I was out of money when I returned home from Vietnam, the dream was to end off the two year adventure with the Olympics in London & so I knew I had to make a plan. That plan being the trusty credit card!
Before Olympic action got under way however, there were a few other sporting events ...
Rain, rain, go away...
... since you already know where this is going. I obviously stand no chance with my friend, probably because she's Swedish and I'm not tall enough. That and every time I move away some other dude steps in, slurring his introductions and doing his best not to look at her cleavage. It's like I don't exist, as if I'm to be brushed aside as no threat at all. "HAHAHAHA" I hear them bleat in their heads; "she's definitely NOT with HIM!" How this ends up to be ...