Internet options are sketch. I've been in East Africa a week or so. Went up to see Victoria Falls (beautiful) in Zimbabwe, which is ranked only behind Somalia as a "failed state."
Now in ARusha, TZ. I lived here 7 years ago and despite a few more petrol stations and new big buildings, the smells and people remain the same, and it still makes me heart smile.
I begin my Kilimanjaro ascent with my mother in 2 days. LOVE
Monday, December 20, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
the duke of argyle
What do you do when you have a 10 hour lay over in London?
-Navigate london/heathrow for way too long getting no useful information... to the point you eventually have to ask a security officer, "how do i get out of here?"
-take the tube to "Piccadily Circus"because it is the only stop you have ever heard of
-wander SOHO feeling rather cool but also freezing your ass off because you are wearing clothes for your summertime arrival in cape town
-convince yourself that the coats and scarfs you have found (at the best vintage store EVER!) are not actually necessary for more than a couple more hours, max.
-have a pint and some soup in a traditional english pub.
-return to heathrow via tube
-wander international terminal, which only sells really high end items you can't afford or drug store things
-become utterly confused to the point of loosing interest by watching the first episode of the final season of LOST
-buy pricey airlines socks to help with the inevitable feet swelling
-have dinner of white bread, with slices of cold cheese, and way too much chutney (apparently something the british consider worth selling)
-get durnk
-get drunk
-be drunk enough to justify paying for one of the internet kiosks just to update your blog from London
-discover your flight is "delayed" with no explanation, ETA, or Gate number to be found
-blog
(a note: the duke of argyle was a pub I considered eating at, but instead went into the blue post, a really nice english spot, but an admittedly inferior name)
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-Navigate london/heathrow for way too long getting no useful information... to the point you eventually have to ask a security officer, "how do i get out of here?"
-take the tube to "Piccadily Circus"because it is the only stop you have ever heard of
-wander SOHO feeling rather cool but also freezing your ass off because you are wearing clothes for your summertime arrival in cape town
-convince yourself that the coats and scarfs you have found (at the best vintage store EVER!) are not actually necessary for more than a couple more hours, max.
-have a pint and some soup in a traditional english pub.
-return to heathrow via tube
-wander international terminal, which only sells really high end items you can't afford or drug store things
-become utterly confused to the point of loosing interest by watching the first episode of the final season of LOST
-buy pricey airlines socks to help with the inevitable feet swelling
-have dinner of white bread, with slices of cold cheese, and way too much chutney (apparently something the british consider worth selling)
-get durnk
-get drunk
-be drunk enough to justify paying for one of the internet kiosks just to update your blog from London
-discover your flight is "delayed" with no explanation, ETA, or Gate number to be found
-blog
(a note: the duke of argyle was a pub I considered eating at, but instead went into the blue post, a really nice english spot, but an admittedly inferior name)
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