Made in Japan, Outsourced Globally

Jen was kind enough to take my clueless bum out to the sophistafunk place that is called London. It was a nice and relaxed day (although chilled us to the bone!) and we surprisingly did a lot, although we only started mid-day.


Westiminster - got to see the Big Ben and hear the 'Bong!' It's a really beautiful building, and makes you contemplate running for politics for the sake of getting to hang out there. haha.


It was a gorgeous day.

We walked along the River Thames to see what interesting things we could find. Lo' and behold, there were a dozen street performers (those still, mimes who only move when you give them coins).


This guy was all right. But I felt jipped when I gave another guy a pound, and all he did was sneeze a little and then go back to being still. What a rip off!

Ah - and then there are the chalk arts - pretty amazing stuff!



Graffiti art rules the little corner of the Queen Elizabeth Music Hall. Teenage skaters are also whizzing by in this area (although I have to say, they weren't all that good).


Jen and I reach our destination: the Tate Museum of Modern Art. A classy way to enjoy the river view - from the 6th floor of the museum's members cafe.


There was something about the sky that day that made the scene so picturesque.

St. Paul's Cathedral is right across the Thames from where we were sitting


And I got to see the Gherkin too. Such an interesting looking architecture in the middle of bland and blocky buildings.


Restaurant Cubana - great mood and excellent food. I regret not taking my camera to the bathroom, because they had great adverts and communist slogan posters on the wall.


Creole chicken, fried plantains, and fried bean rice - mmm...

Change of scenary - we're at Tabernacle in Olde Street for some house & club music fun. We were pumping away to the music until closing.



Great weekend with great company. And we topped it off with a roast lunch the next day. Yum yum. My purse is hurting a little, but I guess that's a norm in London. I'm tucked back in Northants again with "White Mhugals" on my nightstand (I bought it half-price at an outdoor used-book stand - there's something about being around Londoners that makes you want to read a whole lot more). Ah... can't wait till my next adventure.