Me and this guy taking a picture in Greenwich Park
Me and all these people taking a picture of the view
Me and all these people at Farringdon Station. You can’t see it but I’m holding a bag with Curry Wurst in it.
Me and Chipp at Farringdon Station. You can’t see it but he has a bag full of chocolate malt balls and fizzy drinks and pickle Monster chips at his feet. It was on this bench that I ate my Curry Wurst and Sauerkraut.
Chipp and Gemma in Bedford after we got off the train. You can’t tell, but Gemma has sausage in her backpack.
It’s obvious we are waiting for a taxi to take us flying down curvy roads during which a discussion about the World Cup will take place. Scotland has never done well, but a famous tennis player is someone the taxi driver tells his son to be like. Gemma is Scottish. She is proud of the tennis player and the taxi driver.
It’s obvious we are waiting for a taxi and that I am facing the sun.
Americans make better guacamole than the English. This orange salt shaker helped. I took a picture of this orange salt shaker for River, whose favorite color is orange. The avocados in England are not that great, but this guac was still good.
Devin and I went to the Tate Modern and it turns out their exhibit on Poetry and Dreams also included a room of Soviet posters. I have more to say about the Poetry and Dream exhibit. Consider this a cliffhanger for the days to come.