Jason's Daily Notes

The last few days in London have been amazing: The weather has turned AMAZING. Warm and brilliantly sunny everyday. I have been wearing shorts for the last 3 days! Felipe, my good friend from Brazil, has been in London since Sunday. It was really great to see him, and to meet his girlfriend Luiza, and to hang out with them the last few days. Yesterday, I went to pick up my Olympics tickets, near Edgware Road. I thought it would a quick stop and pick up, but there was (of course) a queue. It took over an hour waiting before I could go up and pick them up! Amazingly inconvenient - way to go, London! Right when I finished, I met Ragnhild (don't even try to pronounce her name correctly), who is a girl visiting London from Denmark but wanted someone to hang out with in London. We then headed over to Westminster/St. James's Park, to meet Felipe and Luiza. There, they were sitting in a pub having food with a couple other Brazilians, whom they had met on the free tour - Bruno, Lia?, and R--?? (god I'm horrible with names). We then decided to go to Abbey Road, which took some time (for them to figure out Oyster cards, etc). We hung around there for a while, awkwardly trying to maneuver between tourists and cars passing by (we didn't really get many good pictures). Then, the afternoon was passing so we had to decide whether to go on a pub crawl. Answer: YES! We chose to meet in Camden at 8pm (allowing everyone to go home and freshen up) and join a pub crawl there. Ragnhild and I went to Angel to get some frozen yogurt (yum), and then she came home with me, since it was closer and easier for here to just leave her stuff at our flat. I let her shower really quick, while I power napped. We were slightly rushed, but knew that we'd be meeting Brazilians, so we didn't really stress about being on time. We got there around 8:45, meeting Bruno, the two girls, and two new girls: Gabi and Daniela. We decided not to pay the £12 pub crawl cost, instead just buying our own drinks. From Belushi's, we headed to the Blues Bar, which had a couple of female blues singers busting out some amazing hits. We jammed there, with the loud (mostly obnoxious American college girls) pub crawlers around us. Ragnhild began to chat with a drunk Swedish guy. We then left, following just behind the pub crawlers, who were led all the way to Proud, a club in the Camden Stables. We debated whether to go in, and we did, paying £8 each to enter. It was laughably empty on the dance floor, so we all sat outside in the back patio area, which was more populated. The smell of sauteéing cheeseburgers filled the air. The girls left to catch the last tube back to their hostel. The table next to us was reserved for "Asia McLaughlin." We left around 1, stopping to get some fried chicken (which I resisted!) before taking a night bus to Trafalgar Square. There, we split up - Ragnhild going south, Luiza and Felipe west, and Swag and I east. But our bus wasn't scheduled to come within 30 minutes, so we walked to Aldwych to try our luck catching the 188 or N1. We waited maybe 10-15 minutes before the N1 arrived, which meant we had to walk across the Tesco lot to get home. Sigh. it was about 3:15 when we arrived. I took one of the "recovery" fizzy drink mixes to ensure I could wake up fresh :) Today, Thursday I had planned to meet Ragnhild at 1pm at the British Museum, and I arrived there just about on time (ok, 2 minutes late), but she was even later, and she (yet again) couldn't find her way around! In the meantime, a woman had given me a card for a private airport taxi. Sigh. After showing her around, we walked to Oxford Circus, where we met Felipe and Luiza, who had just done some shopping and browsing at Hamley's. We then walked all the way over to the Hard Rock Café, where they wanted to eat. Apparently the president of Brazil was visiting London (for the opening of a new embassy). We sat downstairs at the Hard Rock and stuffed our faces with mediocre American food. We sat there for a while, digesting, before finally getting the energy up to go out. Stopped by Boot's to get them some sleeping pills, then walked up to Oxford Street (stopping again by a posh purse store), where we waited to see the Olympic torch! We waited for maybe 20 minutes, the crowd pulsating with anticipation and pushing into the street, various police officers pushing the crowd back. The guys next to us were cheering for every random bicyclist or taxi driver that went past. Finally, the festival-laden buses drove past, and then came the torch. But wait - the torch was on top of a bus?! It wasn't being run down the street, it was just being driven. Aaaagh! Slightly disappointing. The crowd dispersed, and we went to Primark, chilling for a while while Luiza bought some shoes (and counting how many Olympic host cities I had been to). Then we went to find some frozen yogurt. Putting blind faith in my iPhone, I was led astray! We walked past the Pinkberry, which was in Selfridges, and had to double back to find it. It was crowded, but Felipe saved us a table. We enjoyed our yogurt, but it was soon time to go - Felipe and Luiza had to pick up their stuff and head to the bus station by 9. But guess what, Swag arrived looking to eat (d'oh). Felipe quickly bought a souvenir Big Ben and a book, and as they headed into Forever 21, we said our goodbyes. I guess I have to go to Brazil next.