You cheeky bastard!

Well, I just got back from a rather nice meal of raw meat. Food is good, this I have truly realized in the past weekend.

Yann and I made a jaunt across the channel to merry ol' England to London. What can I say? Their beer is good, this hypothesis we tested over and over...and over again. The women are...easy, but also incredibly good natured. I have been so used to the Parisian women, who hold their head just high enough so that they never have to look into someone's eyes. It's satisfying just to catch the gaze of a random person and hold it for a little while. A little connection that may be soon forgotten but just captures you for the moment.

So one of our little "art projects" was to go to every statue we saw and take a picture doing the pose of said statue. So this lasted about 15 statues and then we found a bar. From there, the day degraded into a series of bars, with video reviews of each. Let's just say the videos get off track near the end, as I lose track of where the hell we are and Yann loses his English speaking abilities.

The next day was just a day of being utterly and completely useless, followed by a night of hitting up London clubs. Well, not the real "club" clubs, but bars that were open late with a dance floor. And everybody hammered. That's one thing about the English, they get shit faced. No two ways about it, I appreciate that. Another thing is the Brits just love their drugs. I've never been offered so many different choices of drugs just walking down the street. A casual offer of heroin? Jesus. I'm also impressed with my getting into bar abilities, and choosing them. Seriously, I have a talent people. Assuming it's not ultra-high class (trans-cool?), and we aren't looking too scrubby, I can manage to get us in. That being said, it may just be dumb luck and I'm blocking the memories of not getting it. Let me think what I want.

A trip to Camden Town was most entertaining. Despite being unclean from the night before (literally, no shower, just off and running), we sidled our way through what was the closest thing to a Middle Eastern market I've been too. There is absolutely everything there, and a lot of things I didn't expect. Goth stores abound, full of spiky looking objects, vintage clothing, food from everywhere, random crap stores, and a raver-esque store with chicks dancing on pillars in the corners. I love it. I also like having merchants trying to sell you things. It's not like in Thailand where it was a forceful shove, here it was just casual chat and a smile. Then lowering the price repeatedly.

So, what did I really think of England? Nice place to visit, I don't want to live there. The food is utter shit, the prices are insane, and I just didn't feel the vibe. When I came to Paris, I felt like I was at home. The people here have so much style, and in a very different way than Londoners. It felt like the Londoners were wearing the clothes because they had to, it didn't look natural at all. Parisians, it just suits them. I see people and I think, they make those clothes look good. An air of casualness, but it's perfected. I guess it's the difference between fashion and style.

The food. Ugh. We had a chat with Yann's French friend and he brought up a good point. When people just eat shitty food, they forget what real food is and just accept it. But once you've had truly good food, you can't go back to eating shit. I think it's easy for people to forget what is truly important in life, and one of those things is what you have 3 times at day (at least!).

Oh yeah, and the Tube is slow. Real slow. I don't know how it works as a transportation system effectively. Well, I guess it doesn't.

So, in conclusion, I've planned my next trip here. In two weeks I'm heading to Prague and then Berlin, hopefully meeting up with my friends who are backpacking across Europe. Party on people and I'll talk to you all soon.