The Circus that is Oxford
For the past 5 days now, we've somehow managed to make our way back to Oxford Circus. At first it was okay, now it's just annoying. I don't mind coming here maybe once a week, but 5 days straight of it is just driving me batty.
We saw The Tower of London yesterday. I've discovered that I'm a bigger history nut than I once thought. Going through all the displays and walking through the ramparts alone got me all historically flustered. When I get back I need to get cable so I can watch more history channel. The amazement I feel seeing all the old relics from past kings and queens is quite, well, amazing. Although walking through some of the towers at the Tower of London gave me an odd sense of morbidness because they onced house prisoners and the lot. This was especially prevalent when viewing some of the engravings left in the walls by past prisoners...
We went down to Neal's Yard yesterday and had the best food I've had so far, which isn't saying much. You don't come to England for the food. Well I had a Turkish Meze that featured a tabouleh salad, hummus with pita bread, a mashed carrot salad with olives, and sauteed eggplant with tomatoes, onions, and seasoning. All of it tasted fantastic. Along with my meal I drank a banana lassi and for dessert a french flourless chocolate cake with fresh fruits and cream. I could basically eat there everyday.
A couple of nights ago I watched the Carling Cup game between Liverpool and Birmingham. There were a few tense moments, mostly me worrying about my next beer, but Liverpool managed to prevail. Speaking of beer, I've had a couple of good ones so far. My second night, my mum and I went to a pub and had fish chips. I washed it down with a couple of pints of something called John Smith's, a very good beer. I've also had Young's bitter ale, a bit watery, and "Extra Cold" Guinness, which just the Guinness most Americans are familiar with. I was a bit disappointed because I wanted the "normal" Guinness, but alas the tap was broken.
I picked up a book called "Secret Walks of London." I'm going to try one next week after we get back from Paris. All the places we've gone so far have been familiar, so I'd like to try something different, something I didn't see when I was living here. I know there's much more of London I need to see. Hopefully that'll put me more in the vacation mood and not in this weird emotional limbo between feeling like on vacation/and being back home. I'm pretty sure that Paris will do that however.
I must apologize for my haphazard writing. You think, or at least I would think, that being born in England would imbue me with some sort of inherent literary prowess. Alas it has yet to manifest. I did notice however that I have used "alas" twice in this posting already.
Back to the subject at hand. I did a tempo run around Hyde Park last night and so ran by Kensington Palace and The Royal Albert Hall. Pretty neat although it was a bit dark, so I really only saw sillohuettes rather than actual objects.
Well, I'm headed off to Niketown and then back to the hotel to prepare for Paris tomorrow. Be back Monday.
We saw The Tower of London yesterday. I've discovered that I'm a bigger history nut than I once thought. Going through all the displays and walking through the ramparts alone got me all historically flustered. When I get back I need to get cable so I can watch more history channel. The amazement I feel seeing all the old relics from past kings and queens is quite, well, amazing. Although walking through some of the towers at the Tower of London gave me an odd sense of morbidness because they onced house prisoners and the lot. This was especially prevalent when viewing some of the engravings left in the walls by past prisoners...
We went down to Neal's Yard yesterday and had the best food I've had so far, which isn't saying much. You don't come to England for the food. Well I had a Turkish Meze that featured a tabouleh salad, hummus with pita bread, a mashed carrot salad with olives, and sauteed eggplant with tomatoes, onions, and seasoning. All of it tasted fantastic. Along with my meal I drank a banana lassi and for dessert a french flourless chocolate cake with fresh fruits and cream. I could basically eat there everyday.
A couple of nights ago I watched the Carling Cup game between Liverpool and Birmingham. There were a few tense moments, mostly me worrying about my next beer, but Liverpool managed to prevail. Speaking of beer, I've had a couple of good ones so far. My second night, my mum and I went to a pub and had fish chips. I washed it down with a couple of pints of something called John Smith's, a very good beer. I've also had Young's bitter ale, a bit watery, and "Extra Cold" Guinness, which just the Guinness most Americans are familiar with. I was a bit disappointed because I wanted the "normal" Guinness, but alas the tap was broken.
I picked up a book called "Secret Walks of London." I'm going to try one next week after we get back from Paris. All the places we've gone so far have been familiar, so I'd like to try something different, something I didn't see when I was living here. I know there's much more of London I need to see. Hopefully that'll put me more in the vacation mood and not in this weird emotional limbo between feeling like on vacation/and being back home. I'm pretty sure that Paris will do that however.
I must apologize for my haphazard writing. You think, or at least I would think, that being born in England would imbue me with some sort of inherent literary prowess. Alas it has yet to manifest. I did notice however that I have used "alas" twice in this posting already.
Back to the subject at hand. I did a tempo run around Hyde Park last night and so ran by Kensington Palace and The Royal Albert Hall. Pretty neat although it was a bit dark, so I really only saw sillohuettes rather than actual objects.
Well, I'm headed off to Niketown and then back to the hotel to prepare for Paris tomorrow. Be back Monday.
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