Day 3, I decided to go check out Oxford street and its shopping. It was suppose to be real cheap. On the way there, I needed to find a toilet. So I looked for a Metro, and the nearest one was Marble Arc station. I followed the station's signs to the toilet, until I reached no man's land. The direction ends, and I see no toilet anywhere near. I searched desparately, tiredly for like half an hour. Tempted to take a pee in the bushes, however, London is so filled with people and there are so little vegetation, it is impossible.
While looking for a toilet, I saw this man, trying to show off his pet eagle to some tourist. I reckon the toilet sign was a hoax, since all 4 corners of the area has no toilet. So I stood for a while and see if this guy is a bluff. It seems to me like the eagle is really his pet. Even fly to the branch and fly back to his arm.
Marble Arc. Typical Roman structure, with some historical significance.
Here standing at Marble Arc, I couldnt bear it anymore, so I planned to ask some people where the toilet is. But hearing they are mostly tourists, I give up (I typed "seeing they are mostly tourist", but then changed it to "hearing". Because I rmb walking up to them bcos they are white, and then hearing a non-english language, so I stopped and turned away)
I saw a bus stop nearby, and the driver got off. The driver was walking really fast, hurrying and walking awkardly. There must be a chance this driver is going to a toilet. So I followed him and yes, the toilet is actually about 80 metres away, hidden underground, in a dump site. Tamade.
Inside the toilet, I saw this poster.
Remember this popular chain email that was sent to alot of people, under the title "funny pics" or some sort? Well, I saw the real thing at the dumpsite. Lol. This is where it was taken.
Except that now, the camera's dead.
The dumpsite.
After that, I went back to Oxford street and to Primark (right).
I must comment about Primark. It is freaking cheap. Maybe even cheaper than Bangkok. For 1 or 2 pounds, I can buy 3 shirts. (2-4SGD). Everything is so cheap. I hardly see any shirt or jeans that costs more than 5 pounds. Or shades, or sandals. Everything. Which makes me wonder why its so cheap. Well, they do employ Bangla workers. Those Bangla staffs are all over, but they dont seem to be working much. At the entrance, a lady walked out with a bag, and the sensor was triggerred. The Bangla staff and security look at her and did nothing. She walked off. Inside the mall, people can just walk up to some nicely packed shirts, rip off the package, superficially try it, then throw it on the floor. And nobody picks them up. Not even the staff. Is it really so cheap, that even the staff dont bother. It was so easy to shoplift, I think alot of people do. The price tags and bar codes are so flimsy, with a flick of my fingers, I can snap them off. Careful examination of the products show that they are quite bad quality. But for such cheap stuffs, perhaps its still worth it. I didnt know how it will last, and I already bought some clothes yesterday. Although tempted to buy somemore, I reminded myself that the small backpack I had would not hold, and money adds up, so it would be wiser not to buy. Besides, Im not sure if those shirts still stand after a few wash. Buying clothes for less than S$5 in London. Would you do it?
Next, I went to meet Heather at a metro stop, to get to some demonstration. I didnt know what demonstration it was, but when I got there, it looked exciting to me.
Great place to hold a protest.
Lots of foreigners. Can you see the dragon dance near the stage?
Lots of tiongs. This protest is called "Strangers to Citizens". The migrant workers simply wanted their rights to be part of the land, rights to a Citizenship. The common quote was "we work, we live, we stay". Since we contribute to the English economy for years, why is it that you never give us citizenship, just because we're not born British.
And obviously, I could pass off as a non-Brit. Hence, I got myself a poster, and joined in the protest, shouting "Stranger to Citizens" with the crowd.
Having had enough fun, I decided to check out the National gallery which was just behind. It was for free too.
Because of the protest, the close of several other entrances. I had to walk further to another entrance.
A very interesting potrait. The teacher explaining to the kids. In the middle bottom, what is it? If you stand at an angle, you would see a skull. And explaining all what all the clothing, and relics speak about the culture, politics and relationship of the people of the time.
Then, we took to the streets.
Looks good.
The same shop. This shop really really looks like a good glutton place.
What are these people doing?
This is what they are doing. All wanting to take picture of this.
Walking further, we see another crowd. I cannot figure out what these crowd are taking pictures of. But some of them are taking pictures of the guard. Maybe because, the guard is holding a Machine Gun.
Along the way, we see another protest. Its the Sri Lanka Tamil Bombings protest.
Another turn, and yes, we reached Big Ben! Big Ben looks threatening with the gloomy clouds.
London eye.
We took a walk, beside the river of London eye, and saw this fright club.
Would you pay 10 pounds for this?
London eye. Which Singapore flyer literally copied.
A cinema area. This tourist looks estatic.
Trying to be an invisible man. I was kinda intrigued.
Then, I saw another one, different colour. And the whole concept just disappointed me, because everyone is doing it.
Also, along the river walk, we saw a Captain Jack Sparrow. This guy was extremely good at copying Jack Sparrow, his voice, his actions, only that he's taller and thinner. But his face was exactly the same. He saw us staring at him and said "what are you laughing at eh? what's so funny about this face?" We were even more stunned that his voice was exactly the same as Johnny Depp's Jack Sparrow. So we stood there, eyes wide, didnt reply. He said "Just standing there and laughing at me, laughing at me." We were tempted to take pictures with him, but couldnt find some lose change, so we decided not to. And he was busy talking. Next stop, to another food festival, nearby.
Along the way, we saw this crazy group learning how to dance.
Reached. Slow Food Festival.
We bought these. I would say the mushrooms are better. 3 Spanish men sit opposite us. Heather left to get some stuff, so only I sat there waiting. The men kept trying to hit on girls that walk past. Then, one of them talked to me. Ask me where I was from. I said Singapore and he said without thinking "how's the girls in Singapore? Beautiful big boobs eh?" I thought he asked the same thing to every guy on the streets, and to every girl, hit on them.
We walked further, trying to get to another food market. Along the way, we saw this.
As I was taking picture of this, a man, dressed in a ghost, decided to sneak in behind me. He placed his head stealthily beside my face, and when I turned around, he screamed. Well, it didnt scare me, more like stun abit. We walked more, and those freaky people likes to target her. They always target her everytime she walks here. Poor thing.
This ghost guy is insanely tall. He's now sitting on a pole. That's why this dressing suits him well (I cant rmb what character it is. But looks real familiar)
Reached the market, but we realise it was closed. It was Bank Day, a public holiday in London.
Lots of really interesting quotes hanging. This is one of them. Most of them are about beers. Disappointed that the market is closed, we headed to the river.
A boat!
Nice boat! But it costs quite alot to go in and see. Not worth it.
History of the boat. Its the funniest shit ever. If you enlarge it, it says "Legend of Mary Overie" A notorious miser, devised a plan to save money. He would feign death, believeing that his family & servants would fast out of respect & sadness, hereby saving a day's provisions. However, the servants were overjoyed at his death and had a great feast. In a rage, he leapt out of bed to the horror of his servants. They thought it was the devil, picked a broken oar, and cracked his skull. This time, he really died.
St. Mary's fiance rushed to the scene to collect his inheritance, and fell off of his horse and died. Mary was so depressed, she joined a convent and donated all of her dad's money to the church. She became a saint, and the church used her money to build Southwark Cathedral.
Southwark Cathedral is the famous Catheral with the ancient Roman road underneath it. Its's an archeological site and a worship ground now.
Southwark Cathedral. Yes, Im back after last night!
Inside the Cathedral. Ancient ruin.
Done with the Cathedral, we walked out, and she noticed this huge monstrous jeep.
We proceed to take the train further away, to a place with lots of waterways and modern buildings. Nice combination.
End of Day 3.
While looking for a toilet, I saw this man, trying to show off his pet eagle to some tourist. I reckon the toilet sign was a hoax, since all 4 corners of the area has no toilet. So I stood for a while and see if this guy is a bluff. It seems to me like the eagle is really his pet. Even fly to the branch and fly back to his arm.
Marble Arc. Typical Roman structure, with some historical significance.
Here standing at Marble Arc, I couldnt bear it anymore, so I planned to ask some people where the toilet is. But hearing they are mostly tourists, I give up (I typed "seeing they are mostly tourist", but then changed it to "hearing". Because I rmb walking up to them bcos they are white, and then hearing a non-english language, so I stopped and turned away)
I saw a bus stop nearby, and the driver got off. The driver was walking really fast, hurrying and walking awkardly. There must be a chance this driver is going to a toilet. So I followed him and yes, the toilet is actually about 80 metres away, hidden underground, in a dump site. Tamade.
Inside the toilet, I saw this poster.
Remember this popular chain email that was sent to alot of people, under the title "funny pics" or some sort? Well, I saw the real thing at the dumpsite. Lol. This is where it was taken.
Except that now, the camera's dead.
The dumpsite.
After that, I went back to Oxford street and to Primark (right).
I must comment about Primark. It is freaking cheap. Maybe even cheaper than Bangkok. For 1 or 2 pounds, I can buy 3 shirts. (2-4SGD). Everything is so cheap. I hardly see any shirt or jeans that costs more than 5 pounds. Or shades, or sandals. Everything. Which makes me wonder why its so cheap. Well, they do employ Bangla workers. Those Bangla staffs are all over, but they dont seem to be working much. At the entrance, a lady walked out with a bag, and the sensor was triggerred. The Bangla staff and security look at her and did nothing. She walked off. Inside the mall, people can just walk up to some nicely packed shirts, rip off the package, superficially try it, then throw it on the floor. And nobody picks them up. Not even the staff. Is it really so cheap, that even the staff dont bother. It was so easy to shoplift, I think alot of people do. The price tags and bar codes are so flimsy, with a flick of my fingers, I can snap them off. Careful examination of the products show that they are quite bad quality. But for such cheap stuffs, perhaps its still worth it. I didnt know how it will last, and I already bought some clothes yesterday. Although tempted to buy somemore, I reminded myself that the small backpack I had would not hold, and money adds up, so it would be wiser not to buy. Besides, Im not sure if those shirts still stand after a few wash. Buying clothes for less than S$5 in London. Would you do it?
Next, I went to meet Heather at a metro stop, to get to some demonstration. I didnt know what demonstration it was, but when I got there, it looked exciting to me.
Great place to hold a protest.
Lots of foreigners. Can you see the dragon dance near the stage?
Lots of tiongs. This protest is called "Strangers to Citizens". The migrant workers simply wanted their rights to be part of the land, rights to a Citizenship. The common quote was "we work, we live, we stay". Since we contribute to the English economy for years, why is it that you never give us citizenship, just because we're not born British.
And obviously, I could pass off as a non-Brit. Hence, I got myself a poster, and joined in the protest, shouting "Stranger to Citizens" with the crowd.
Having had enough fun, I decided to check out the National gallery which was just behind. It was for free too.
Because of the protest, the close of several other entrances. I had to walk further to another entrance.
A very interesting potrait. The teacher explaining to the kids. In the middle bottom, what is it? If you stand at an angle, you would see a skull. And explaining all what all the clothing, and relics speak about the culture, politics and relationship of the people of the time.
Then, we took to the streets.
Looks good.
The same shop. This shop really really looks like a good glutton place.
What are these people doing?
This is what they are doing. All wanting to take picture of this.
Walking further, we see another crowd. I cannot figure out what these crowd are taking pictures of. But some of them are taking pictures of the guard. Maybe because, the guard is holding a Machine Gun.
Along the way, we see another protest. Its the Sri Lanka Tamil Bombings protest.
Another turn, and yes, we reached Big Ben! Big Ben looks threatening with the gloomy clouds.
London eye.
We took a walk, beside the river of London eye, and saw this fright club.
Would you pay 10 pounds for this?
London eye. Which Singapore flyer literally copied.
A cinema area. This tourist looks estatic.
Trying to be an invisible man. I was kinda intrigued.
Then, I saw another one, different colour. And the whole concept just disappointed me, because everyone is doing it.
Also, along the river walk, we saw a Captain Jack Sparrow. This guy was extremely good at copying Jack Sparrow, his voice, his actions, only that he's taller and thinner. But his face was exactly the same. He saw us staring at him and said "what are you laughing at eh? what's so funny about this face?" We were even more stunned that his voice was exactly the same as Johnny Depp's Jack Sparrow. So we stood there, eyes wide, didnt reply. He said "Just standing there and laughing at me, laughing at me." We were tempted to take pictures with him, but couldnt find some lose change, so we decided not to. And he was busy talking. Next stop, to another food festival, nearby.
Along the way, we saw this crazy group learning how to dance.
Reached. Slow Food Festival.
We bought these. I would say the mushrooms are better. 3 Spanish men sit opposite us. Heather left to get some stuff, so only I sat there waiting. The men kept trying to hit on girls that walk past. Then, one of them talked to me. Ask me where I was from. I said Singapore and he said without thinking "how's the girls in Singapore? Beautiful big boobs eh?" I thought he asked the same thing to every guy on the streets, and to every girl, hit on them.
We walked further, trying to get to another food market. Along the way, we saw this.
As I was taking picture of this, a man, dressed in a ghost, decided to sneak in behind me. He placed his head stealthily beside my face, and when I turned around, he screamed. Well, it didnt scare me, more like stun abit. We walked more, and those freaky people likes to target her. They always target her everytime she walks here. Poor thing.
This ghost guy is insanely tall. He's now sitting on a pole. That's why this dressing suits him well (I cant rmb what character it is. But looks real familiar)
Reached the market, but we realise it was closed. It was Bank Day, a public holiday in London.
Lots of really interesting quotes hanging. This is one of them. Most of them are about beers. Disappointed that the market is closed, we headed to the river.
A boat!
Nice boat! But it costs quite alot to go in and see. Not worth it.
History of the boat. Its the funniest shit ever. If you enlarge it, it says "Legend of Mary Overie" A notorious miser, devised a plan to save money. He would feign death, believeing that his family & servants would fast out of respect & sadness, hereby saving a day's provisions. However, the servants were overjoyed at his death and had a great feast. In a rage, he leapt out of bed to the horror of his servants. They thought it was the devil, picked a broken oar, and cracked his skull. This time, he really died.
St. Mary's fiance rushed to the scene to collect his inheritance, and fell off of his horse and died. Mary was so depressed, she joined a convent and donated all of her dad's money to the church. She became a saint, and the church used her money to build Southwark Cathedral.
Southwark Cathedral is the famous Catheral with the ancient Roman road underneath it. Its's an archeological site and a worship ground now.
Southwark Cathedral. Yes, Im back after last night!
Inside the Cathedral. Ancient ruin.
Done with the Cathedral, we walked out, and she noticed this huge monstrous jeep.
We proceed to take the train further away, to a place with lots of waterways and modern buildings. Nice combination.
End of Day 3.
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