Man, London hangovers are expensive hangovers. I spent forty-five pounds last night and it wasn't even a big night; we just went to a couple of local pubs for beers and shots.
Ricky had to get up early and drive to Southhampton to drop off the car. I got up early too and explored east London a bit while Karol caught some zs. I love walking around Hackney. It feels more foreign to me than the far east. The ascetic jews with their fascinating haircuts and hats and the east Africans in their colourful robes are more prevalent here than us white boys.
I found a little Oriental medicine shop that was open on Sundays so I went in for a well-needed head and shoulders massage. Ten minutes only cost eight pounds and I definitely needed it after all the driving and the car-sleeping. The Chinese man did a great job and it felt like much longer than ten minutes so I might go back again before leaving London.
I then walked down to Tottenham where I finally found a Turkish Coffee House - a really nice place with big bookshelves, live music in the evening, and terribly slow service. I was in no hurry so didn't mind at all. I (kind of) enjoyed the Turkish coffee though I always feel I'm getting more value with a big mug of Americano than with these tiny european drinks.
Back at Karol's house I caught up with him and his housemates - Timaz and Sophia. Timaz is first generation British, but his parents are from Iran. And Sophia, his wife is from Cypress. Timaz's parents are visiting right now and it was cool to talk to some Iranians. Since meeting Timaz years ago, I've always wanted to visit Iran. But I think it would be a place best visited if you have friends there and not just as a solo backpacker. Some day I hope.
Ricky had to get up early and drive to Southhampton to drop off the car. I got up early too and explored east London a bit while Karol caught some zs. I love walking around Hackney. It feels more foreign to me than the far east. The ascetic jews with their fascinating haircuts and hats and the east Africans in their colourful robes are more prevalent here than us white boys.
I found a little Oriental medicine shop that was open on Sundays so I went in for a well-needed head and shoulders massage. Ten minutes only cost eight pounds and I definitely needed it after all the driving and the car-sleeping. The Chinese man did a great job and it felt like much longer than ten minutes so I might go back again before leaving London.
I then walked down to Tottenham where I finally found a Turkish Coffee House - a really nice place with big bookshelves, live music in the evening, and terribly slow service. I was in no hurry so didn't mind at all. I (kind of) enjoyed the Turkish coffee though I always feel I'm getting more value with a big mug of Americano than with these tiny european drinks.
Back at Karol's house I caught up with him and his housemates - Timaz and Sophia. Timaz is first generation British, but his parents are from Iran. And Sophia, his wife is from Cypress. Timaz's parents are visiting right now and it was cool to talk to some Iranians. Since meeting Timaz years ago, I've always wanted to visit Iran. But I think it would be a place best visited if you have friends there and not just as a solo backpacker. Some day I hope.
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