Robbie and Elisa's flat is cute and huge...although the rental price is retarded. We had a short night and drank wine. I for the life of me can't flush their toilet...everyone else can though. It must be an Eli issue.
Day two in London...Elisa called in sick and off we went...not sure what everything was, but they knew where to go...we went to: Westminster Abbey, Big Ben, Trafalgar Square, SOHO Covent garden, the British museum (with the Rosetta Stone), Buckingham palace, St. James' park and the Green park. Elisa made fun of our American ways and we made fun of her English ways. She did show us what the typical American tourist looks like and we don't fit that...woo hoo. I met someone who thought I was Canadian after talking to him for a while....I didn't even say Yah....hmmm.
Elisa taught us the London slang innit which is isn’t it. We keep trying to get her to say ya'll.
Right now Robbie is making us red beans and rice...I'm scared. He now says I can't eat any and have to eat sugar puffs cereal.
So London is much like New York and I think if Ryan ever came to visit he wouldn't leave. It's slower paced compared to NYC but I like it here, except the prices are high....woo man.
I think I've gotten in over my head for my BBC appointment on Thursday. I set up a media meeting through the PR department. This is my e-mail I received:
"Details of your appointments are as follows:-
2.30pm Meeting with Kelly Shephard, Managing Editor BBC World Service Future Media
3.30pm Meeting with Bill Ries, Co-ordinating Editor, BBC World Service News & Current Affairs.
Kelly will be able to give you an overall brief on our Future Media department and will then introduce you to the editorial and design team. Bill will give you an overall brief on the World Service Newsroom and should then be able to introduce you to the production teams, depending on what is going on that day."
Eeek...sounds like a business appointment.
Eli
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I've heard I would love London. I really want to go. Dad? Wanna send me there to visit Eli and Peter? Mwuahaha. When you go to the BBC people, bring them a resume. Maybe you can swing being a correspondent for them in Seattle or something cool like that! Did you bring any radio demos with you? Or can you access them online? That would be an amazing opportunity. Man, I wish I were there. I miss you kids. Have a blast for me and make sure you eat a big fat Shepherd's Pie!
Since you went to the British Museum, you now don't need to go to Greece. When I was in Athens, everyone was saying that all the best archeological treasures had been stolen by Lord Eglin and put on display in London.
Hey - I saw an interesting article in Business Week about Berlin (http://www.businessweek.com/magazine/content/07_39/b4051068.htm?chan=search). If it is not in your plans, you may want to go there anyway. Here is an excerpt from the article: "Even if business doesn't take you there, it's worth a side trip from London or any city on the Continent. Famous for its museums and world-class music, Berlin now boasts eye-catching modern architecture, a thriving contemporary art scene, a boom in design and concept stores, and serious global gastronomy. It's also a bargain: Luxury hotels are among the cheapest in Europe, and an ice cream cone that costs $5 in London is $1 here. As Mayor Klaus Wowereit says: "Berlin is poor, but it's sexy."
The city hums with life yet is not frenetic, despite a population of 3.4 million. Traffic is tame, and residents are decidedly unharried. Walk into any café and people are more likely to be reading philosophy and fiction than stock reports. "Berlin is about the good life. The city does not move fast. There's not a lot of pressure," says Nicola Bramigk, founder of online travel guide Smart Travelling.
Choosing which facet of Berlin to explore first is the hard part. For a quick overview of the historic center, take a one-hour boat ride ($14) down the river Spree past museum island, home of the Pergamon, the Bode, and the Old National Gallery. If you have time for only one of the city's 153 museums, a good bet is the Pergamon, which houses Babylon's stunning 47-foot-high Ishtar gate, constructed in 575 B.C.
The refurbished government quarter is the best place to see 21st century Berlin. British architect Norman Foster remodeled the house of Parliament, or Bundestag, in the '90s, adding a striking glass dome over the plenum—a visual symbol of reunited Germany's commitment to transparency and democracy. Other government buildings echo the glass-and-light theme, making the area stunning to view at night."
That should have been "Lord Elgin", not "Lord Eglin". My dyslexia got the better of me.
Hey Ryan - When I win the lottery this week, I'll send you. Oops - I didn't buy a ticket.
If you eat the Shepherd's pie, you better watch out for those mad cows!
Here are the lyrics to a 1931 Noel Coward song that you might find interesting and may give you some insight into your current host countrymen:
In tropical climes there are certain times of day
When all the citizens retire
To tear their clothes off and perspire.
It's one of those rules that the greatest fools obey,
Because the sun is much too sultry
And one must avoid its ultra-violet ray.
The natives grieve when the white men leave their huts,
Because they're obviously definitely nuts!
Mad dogs and Englishmen
Go out in the midday sun,
The Japanese don't care to.
The Chinese wouldn't dare to,
Hindoos and Argentines sleep firmly from twelve to one.
But Englishmen detest a siesta.
In the Philippines
There are lovely screens
To protect you from the glare.
In the Malay States
There are hats like plates
Which the Britishers won't wear.
At twelve noon
The natives swoon
And no further work is done,
But mad dogs and Englishmen
Go out in the midday sun.
It's such a surprise for the Eastern eyes to see
That though the English are effete,
They're quite impervious to heat,
When the white man rides every native hides in glee,
Because the simple creatures hope he
Will impale his solar topee on a tree.
It seems such a shame
When the English claim
The earth
That they give rise to such hilarity and mirth.
Mad dogs and Englishmen
Go out in the midday sun.
The toughest Burmese bandit
Can never understand it.
In Rangoon the heat of noon
Is just what the natives shun,
They put their Scotch or Rye down,
And lie down.
In a jungle town
Where the sun beats down
To the rage of man and beast
The English garb
Of the English sahib
Merely gets a bit more creased.
In Bangkok
At twelve o'clock
They foam at the mouth and run,
But mad dogs and Englishmen
Go out in the midday sun.
Mad dogs and Englishmen
Go out in the midday sun.
The smallest Malay rabbit
Deplores this foolish habit.
In Hong Kong
They strike a gong
And fire off a noonday gun,
To reprimand each inmate
Who's in late.
In the mangrove swamps
Where the python romps
There is peace from twelve till two.
Even caribous
Lie around and snooze,
For there's nothing else to do.
In Bengal
To move at all is seldom,
If ever done,
But mad dogs and Englishmen
Go out in the midday sun.
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