Saturday I woke up and went out for breakfast with Breaker and ambrosen. I have no idea what I did during the day, because unlike in Paris I didn't write it down at the end of each day. I think that was the night I went bowling with Breaker and his girlfriend. I think we had some good thai food, too. Um, yeah.
The plotline of Sunday is summarized here. I'm too lazy to write any prose worth reading, but here are some pictures:
Monday I called up the American girl from Paris (who's doing her masters in London.) I told her that I'd spent most of my time in London perilously lost and had seem, um, Hackney. She agreed to show me around if I could make it to the National Gallery. Somewhat bafflingly, I succeeded in getting there without issue at the designated time after exploring the Tate Modern on my own.
She showed me some prettier sights than Hackney after the gallery:
We went for a walk along the Thames to get dinner at a nice little pub/restaurant on the water.
She left to do some reading for her masters and not aggrevate the cold she got at the end of her trip to Paris, I left to have Breaker take me to another English pub so he could kick my ass at pool before needing to catch an early flight.
I went to the airport around midnight. I "slept" there until check-in (which was late) at 4:30.
I flew into Basel, hopped a train to Zurich and met komet. I slept for 20 hours straight before wandering around a little today. So far Switzerland's been pretty neutral.
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