Saturday, December 30, 2006   —   London 0 Comments

Andy and I went to the Natural History Museum. He was quite proud of the British's achievement at archiving all this stuff and I could see why. The place was packed with every sort of monster-like creature that at some point walked the face of the Earth. This was my last day in London (for real this time!) I so I wanted to bid the city a proper adieu.

Looking to kill time and find something interesting to take back home in the way of stories, I decided to get lost on purpose. I needn't have tried very hard, London is an inconsistent mesh of brick, glass, and cobblestone. I took the underground to Leicester Square, walked around and wound up at Piccadilly Circus (who names these places?). I listened to carol singers somewhere near the theatres before the cold chased me away. I got onto the underground and got off somewhere around Tower Hill to look at the shops.

My mind had seriously drifted, or else I was watching my feet as I walked, because when I looked up I was smack-bang in the middle of Chinatown. It was late and the place definitely had an unsettling aura at night. I was curious none the less, because I had never been in "chinatown" before. So made sure I popped into a local grocery before retracing my steps to the nearest Tube stop.

It was really late when I go back to where I was staying at my friends. I cooked them a thoroughly horrendous stir-fry with the groceries I bought in Chinatown.