Break Yo'Self?!
Trip Start
Nov 14, 2007
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Trip End
Dec 01, 2007
Bricklane, London,
United Kingdom
Friday, November 16, 2007
When: November 16th, 2007
Point of Entry: Some North African Bar Lounge on Bricklane, Night.
We did all the touristy things earlier today. We went to the Tower of London, visited St. Paul's Cathedral, and played with the big giant pussycats at Trafalgar Square. Its so strange to walk the streets of London, passing by buildings built in the 1100's only to have a 22nd century Starbucks on the same corner. I asked my cousins, Kevin and Melvin, if they are still in awe of the history that surrounds them. They both replied that they often forget how much history they walk by everyday. But how can one get used to such beautiful architecture like St. Pauls Cathedral?
We tried meeting up with my friend, Bianca, earlier tonight. I've been looking forward to meeting up with her and another friend named Victoria. Its been months since I last saw them. They were both born and raised here in London so it would've been great to chat amongst some of the local yokels. But alas, we couldn't find our designated meeting place - "1001 Cafe" on Bricklane. Bummer.
So, Angela and I decided just to walk up and down bricklane to check things out. Bricklane has a heavy Bangladesh influence presiding over it. There were many Bangladesh men standing outside each restaurant pushing for our business. It reminded me a bit of Bali - only, less annoying . At any rate, we ended up stopping at this North African bar called "The Bar Lounge." We hung out for a little bit, had some kind of German beer, listened to some world music, and then left. On our way back to the hotel, we came across some drunk dude yelling across the street at some car. "Wanna break yo'self and your car, mate!?" Fun times! A hulking Eastern European dude came out the car and started spouting some words to the drunk dude and his friends. I would imagine that he was talking about killing the drunk dude's cat and pissing on his sister's foot or something like that. Sorry - I'm afraid I flunked Eastern European Mafia gibberish and couldn't properly translate what was being said. Unfortunately, Angela wanted to leave before we could become the key eye witnesses for a double homicide - ruining my entertainment. Oh well, it was probably a good idea on her part.
That's it for now. Tomorrow we leave for Paris. We might hit up the Queens pad for some crumpets and high tea. Fuck, how do you curtsy again!?
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