You'd think with excessive tiredness and lack of food the London trip would be mediocre at best, but not even a little. It started off with the long lineup through customs,which probably represented the low point of the day, but after warding off the urge to pass out while standing we tackled the subway to Piccadilly.
The day consisted of brief tourist-y attractions including the likes of Buckingham Palace (where the ladies mastered the jump-shot) to Herman Melville's house (completely by accident).
Caffeine breaks were required to get us through it all, but after the final espresso shots we meandered through Soho and pub hopped for the rest of the afternoon. This was only interrupted by a quick 'Coronation Street scene' where a man chased a pickpocket down the street yelling, "Police! Police!". It could have been the beer buzz , but it was shocking!
Conclusions: The African crew is a bunch of very cool-cats, Caputo and I are going to move to London, and drinking in (or near) pubs is acceptable anytime of day.
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