Welcome to our blog. Let us know if it gets boring but we'll try to minimize the, 'and then we went here and did this'-es in favour of scintillating stories and tid-bits. Tips and feedback will be appreciated.
Four lovely days in Jolly Old London Town. Navigating through Tottenham Court Road, to Tottenham Street, and finally to Tottenham Mews Court, we ducked into a dingy London alley - the perfect place to house confused mental patients. We grab Sara, one of our gracious hosts, from the mental asylum and head down to the 'pub' for some after-work pints. Dressed in our Vancouver best we're promptly rejected at the door. Sara to the rescue, pulls the reservation ace out of her sleeve, explains that we're foreign (Canadian at that), insensitive to the intricacies of fine London culture, and on our way to Africa with minimal clothing options. Success! They pity us and offer a few tips on avoiding similar problems in the future. The culprit: our trainers/jeans combination. Feeling sorry for ourselves, and rather conspicuously underdressed, we open the door to find every other male in some form of trainers/jeans combination with many plaid shirts to boot! Must have been the beards..... Had a great time with Sara, her cousin, and some half-price pints for happy hour.
All in all, a great four days in London with Nikki, Sara, and Louise. The perfect way to start our African adventure. This morning we fly to Morocco for hot times and cold falafel. We can't wait for Pete's first blog post from the wilds of Vancouver.
The thing about happy hour is...... dress code is stringent. And don't forget your razor.
Dan and Evan
Well done boys! Good luck with the shitty RyanAir flight. Im there in spirit!
ReplyDeletei wouldn't let you wieners into my bar either.
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