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Image Wootang01 9.4.09Le flight arrived on time, and noon on board while passed quickly and without incident. To be sure, the quality of service has been exemplary Cathay Pacific once plus.Heathrow remember Newark International. The decor is straight out of 80 is less sterile and a shame that the original insipid pace of human activity, such hustle and bustle at the front. There certainly faces of all these races, creating a rich tapestry of humanity that is refreshing, if not completely revitalized after swimming for so long in a sea of Chinese faces in Hong Kong.l Internet access is sealed England, it seems. Nothing is free, everything is the gross monetary wireless hotspots down to the terminal office. I guess that Hong Kong has spoiled me with its abundance, free access to the information highway .11.4.09 Despite staying in a room with five other backpackers, I was sleeping well. The mattress and pillows are firm, my earplugs reduce noise out, and dormitories are as dark as a cave where the lights are off, and only as bright as, perhaps, one day of rain on the Sad when. Overall, St. Paul is a great place to stay for the explorer City gregarious, adventurous and greedy – Couchsurfing is an alternative unsustainable and I’ll test for next fois.Hier, Connie and I are gorged on market district where there were all sorts of delicious culinary delights. There was certainly a European flavor in the food: sausage stew were everywhere, and that the meat was plentiful, and authentic, then, were the delight of dairy products in the form of multiple sets of cheese platters stacked behind checkerboard . Of course, we washed down with these tasty morsels of large quantities of alcohol that flowed into cups as if amber cascades. For the first time I tried to warm wine, which tasted warm, rancid fruit punch – the perfect tonic for a fine day in London, I suppose. We killed later in the afternoon at the pub, shooting the breeze while enjoying several diminutive running backs in the process. Get breaking four in the afternoon does not seem to be such a bad thing more, especially when you’re having fun with friends, I can not understand why the English do a lot! Earlier in the day, we visited the Tate Modern. The Turbine Hall has lived up to its billing for this with a giant spider with egg sac-shaped bulb, the anchor of the retrospective. The permanent galleries, too, were a delight on which to feast the eyes. Picasso, Warhol and Pollock found the rooms on the upper floors of their products with flexible wrists, and I ended up becoming a big fan of cubism, while developing a disdain for abstract art and images meaningless, which I think are lacking in both motivation and emotion. My first trip was yesterday morning at the Emirates Stadium, home of the Gunners of Arsenal. He imperiously dominates the neighborhood, yet all his majesty, the place was quiet sure! Business does pick up later, however, once the store opened arsenal, and dozens of fans descended on him like bees in a hive. I, too, burst into a mission of buying gifts, and ended up buying a book for Godfrey, a scarf for a student, and a shirt – on sale, of course – for good mesure.Je am sitting in the Museum Westminster Abbey now resting my legs weary and burdened back. So far I’ve been really impressed by what I have seen such a confluence of beauty and history to me it would take days to absorb it all, when I’m sorry can save few hours. My favorite part of the abbey’s Poets’ Corner, where no less a literary luminary Samuel Johnson rest in peace – confirms his bust his warm presence, which has been so much taken as a biographie.Pour lunch, I had a steak pie FTA, served with mashed potatoes, taken along a Guinness, very cold – two degrees centigrade colder, the bartender said. He got out and, like all other delicious meals I had in England, and no doubt now that I’ve grown accustomed to drinking half past two. Moreover, Liverpool played inspired football against Blackburn, and my lunch was complet.Ayant had my fill of football, I decided to skip my ticket scalping trying to Stamford Bridge and wandered about the place of the British Museum to inspect their vast collections. On the way, I saw a theater, its doors wide open and the admission of customers. With good speed, I then checked the show times, since the performance was set to begin, and then rushed the box office to buy a discounted ticket – if you call a £ 40 a ticket agreement, that is. That’s how I grabbed a seat to watch Hairspray in the West End.Le show was worth forty pounds. The music was addictive, and the scenery and effects are not so deliciously kitsch boost – lights background pulses were both scintillating and insightful. The actors were so great, oozing charisma while they danced and delivered lines in drops of humor. Hairspray is a quality production and certainly recommandé.12.4.09Au breakfast, I sat opposite a man who asked me which country had been returned to Hong Kong – China or Japan. It was pretty funny. Then he began to spit on my food as he spoke, completely oblivious to my breakfast becomes the receptacle into which the fruit of his ugly interior was installed. I think I now understand the agreement to cover his mouth to speak and chew at the same time! In fact, we talked about the life of London in general, and I praised London racial integration, the act of which is a quantum leap of faith for any company, trying to be inclusive, accepting all kinds of people. It was not as if the British tried unsuccessfully to be all things to all men, use of Spanish with visitors to Spain, Germany, with the Germans and even the Hindi with the Indians, regardless of whether they are in Hindi as their mother tongue language, not even consider the idea absurd to encourage the adoption of their language, thus completely keeping the English in English hands and enable its polyglot proud of the “practice” of their languages. Indeed, the attempt of Londoners rely on the rich mosaic of ethnic knowledge, and seek a common understanding with a ubiquitous English accent is a perfect example, and the bedrock for any city of the world ‘have celebrated the resurrection of Jesus at St. Andrew’s Church Street in Cambridge. The parishioners of the Baptist church were warm and affable, and I met several of them, including a visit (Halliday) linguistic scholar of Zhongshan University in Guangzhou, which had actually visited my little City University Hong Kong in 2003. The service itself is more traditional and less numerous than believers “progressive” services to one of the charismatic, evangelical churches in HK, and yet that is what makes this part of the one Body of Christ, of Moreover, the message was as short as a PowerPoint slide show, and no less instructive: the word of power that spoke into my life to be a question of John 21:22 – What do you feel ? Great trees lawns and exquisite old, colleges pointed, Cambridge is a word. Sitting there, sipping a half pint of Woodforde’s Wherry, I had a pleasant, if not languishing on the day so far, my only duty consists of walking around, absorbing the green environment as if a sponge, a camera to remorque.Je’m back to the sublime beer, while sipping a pint of Sharp DoomBar before I got fish and chips, the legal drinking age is 18, but anyone whose face even advice youthful glow is likely to get carded these days, the bartender told me. The youth culture here is almost as twisted drinking culture that drinking university Amérique.Mon stay in Cambridge, relaxation and incoherent it is, is about to end after late lunch. I do not care if there’s nothing to see, except for the American cemetery, which is not a period of two miles. I had a wonderful time in this city, and I am grateful for access to his life story – the people here need to show remarkable patience and tolerance with what so many tourists wandering the streets, watching – and photographing – in all the nooks and crannies .13.4.09 There is no garbage, but I saw in the streets of many mixed race couples in which men tend to be white – women also belonging to an ethnic-colored, usually a sort of Asia and seen the guys in black and Indian dudes with chicks blancs.Les people here hold the doors, even at the entrance to the toilet. Sometimes it seems that they go on a branch, waiting for him who bears the responsibility for their part, how I rushed out to relieve them of this burden fortuit.J ‘ve visited the British Museum this morning. The two hours I spent there neither I nor any parts of justice because there is simply too much to the survey, quite exciting stuff to last a whole day, I think. The bottom of artifacts and antiquities, drawing from sources as diverse as Korea, and Mesopotamia, is a credit to the British Empire, without which most of the spoils of looting special is not available for our purview; better, I think, for these precious treasures to be open to all in the biggest supermarket in the history of sight of man, and worse, in the hands of unscrupulous collectors in the garbage can être.Irène and I took in the ballet Giselle at the Royal Opera House in the afternoon. The building is a marvel plush, and a testament to the love of this city for the arts. The ballet itself was satisfactory, the first half being greater than the second, in which the dancers demonstrated their dexterity agile phenomenal, of all places, a cemetery covered with a blanket of smoke and darkness. I admit, the dance of the dead in such a dark cemetery, seems to me étrange.Deux ladies amicably Kent convinced me to visit their hometown of tomorrow, where they told me, faith, “working” at Leeds Castle and the home of Charles Darwin mighty interesting attendent.Je’m nursing a pint of Green King Ruddles and wondered about the profusion of ales and lagers, the British makes one long for the world by creating an endless line of beers session low alcohol content that can be enjoyed at breakfast, lunch, tea and dinner, and bad is this: outside of this endless source of beer Cheap trapping my inner alcoholic, I’m on to my fifteen first year, nearly ten years after the fact, I’ll run a little more difficult return to Hong Kong if I want to burn all that fuel out malté.Irène m has suggested to stop by the National Art Gallery since we were in the region, and it was an hour well spent. The gallery currently has a special exhibit on Picasso, the non-infringement with several attractive features reviews, including David spies Bathsheba – repeated in variants intelligent – and parodies of works by other masters. Moreover, the main gallery houses two portraits by Sir Joshua Reynolds fabulous, who happens to be my favorite, it is in life an intimate friend of Samuel Johnson – I’ve been Boswells, where Johnson first met his namesake, on my way the opera house. 14.4.09Je praying the night before, and went through my list, raising everybody on it to the Lord. It smelled good, that God is alive now and forever in my life and the lives of my brothers and sœurs.Sans doubt then I felt quite sad, as if a ghost in the land of the living being in a place where religious fervor, it seems, is a thing of the past, a trifle for many, be hidden in opaque corners of ancient cathedrals which are tourist destinations more expensive than houses of worship these days free. Indeed, I have not seen anyone pray outside of the Easter Mass I attended in Cambridge – for such an ecstatic moment in truth, a great church, do you think is only in the presence of more than three dozen spirited. The people of England and Europe in general, have, it is my hope that locked the Word, relegating it to the vault quiet heart. It can be brought to a sudden pause before meals and morning crisp and cool, quiet nights. There is still hope for a revival in this place, for faith to grow like that beautiful sun every morning. God’s love to save them, delivering them to this day, it is certain.Je wonder what Londoners think, if anything, their state police, as a vine in the shade, taken root in all corners of everyday life, notifications terrorists in the subway, which begs the Londoners to report any suspicious things to the pair of dogs who eagerly walk through Euston. What makes it even more incredible is the fact that even the United States, the implacable enemy of the young to rebel, dare not bombard its citizens with such fear mongering these days, especially with Obama in the office, perhaps we become wiser in these last years the yields dubious surrender civil liberties of the State, to have our baggage everywhere – London Eye, Hairspray, and bags of Royal Opera House in London to check if museums are not, doesn somehow, that ‘t add to moi.Je’m in a bookstore majestic New Street, Birmingham, and certainly confirmed my suspicions, there are also many books on death of Christianity in Great Britain there are books that attempt to assassinate Christianity everywhere. I found, however, a biography of John Wesley Nice by Roy Hattersley and The Screwtape Letters by CS Lewis. I can take the old one. Lunch with Sally was pleasant and cheerful. We dined at a French restaurant near New Street – Yes, Birmingham is a cultural capital! Sally and I tried their omelette, while his buddy had the fish, no chips. The conversation was light, the light was there and so was our remembers those fleeting moments in our first year in Hong Kong, it is amazing how friendships can return suddenly with a smile. On their recommendation, I’m on my way to Warwick Castle – They also suggested that I visit Cadbury World, but they can not take more visitors today, the staff of the Office of Tourism me informed, to my great disappointment! Visit Warwick Castle is really a great day. The castle, parts of which were established by William the Conqueror in 1068, is as much a tourist trap kitsch as a meticulous preservation of history, both a stupider version of Ocean Park, while others, a devotion worthy a more glorious past inexorably English. The castle is home to all visitors, and it is not surprising that welcomes all ages has been a giant trebuchet siege engine, which for the execution seventeen hours launched a fireball up and away in the air – fantastic! Taliban Beware! 15/04/2009 I’m leaving on a plane this evening, do not know when I’ll be back in England again. I will miss this unusual and engaging place, and I shall miss Irene and Tom who have so generously welcomed me into their homes, feed me, and has been my use of their toilets and showers goes without saying. I am grateful for the many blessings of God on this voyage.Sur route today is a trip to the home of John Wesley, followed by a visit to the Imperial War Museum. Already this morning I took a tube of Oilatum, maybe a week late, which Teri has recommended that I use to deal with this stubborn, weak skin of mine – I am pleased to announce my skin has stopped pleurer.Accueil John Wesley is alive. Services are still held in the daily chapel and crypt, far from being a cellar for the dead, is a bright, spacious museum in which all things are Wesley on the screen – I never realized just how much an iconic figure, it became in England at the height of that idol frenzy, ironic in itself, it must have been as popular as the Beatles were at their peak. The house itself is a multi-story building, narrow steep stairs and spacious rooms decorated in 18th siècle.J mode I found the house of Samuel Johnson in a labyrinth of red brick hidden side of Fleet Street . To be at the home of the man who wrote the English dictionary, and whose indefatigable love of obscure words became the inspiration for my obsession with lexical, this by far is the highlight of my stay England! The best was definitely saved for fin.Il are many portraits hanging around the house like ornaments on a tree. Each image has its own story, told with care on bed sheets in each room. Celebrities abound, including David Garrick and Sir Joshua Reynolds, who painted several pictures of the finest in the house. I developed a special affinity for Oliver Goldsmith, which Boswell writes: “His person was short, his countenance coarse and vulgar, his conduct as a scientist that affect heavily the gentleman easy. It seems that I, too, could use a more flattering myself! I regret could not stop trying to curry in Britain, I think the canteen to CityU on the flat will make. I, however, have the task appropriate to flirt with the lovely staff of Cathay Pacific cons who checked me in. She was beautiful in red, light powder on her cheeks, with genuine diamond earrings, said She and her small delicate face, commanded by a posh British accent made it positively irresistible, electrifying. Not only does it give me an aisle seat, but she had the gumption to return my slave with the zest, it must be a pro at this maintenant.Je saw her as she pulled double-duty, collection of tickets before boarding. She remembered my quest curry, and the fog of infatuation, where nary a man was done, I fumbled my words like a child who was too sloppy punch. I’m an amateur, alas, a “Oliver Goldsmith” with the ladies – I have no game – Booyah! Some final bits Consecutive because of chavs, no longer sells these Burberry baseball caps fashion, because of the IRA, the more garbage is a commodity in the streets of London, and, consequently, the streets and subways of the city are in bad condition dirty, and because other terrorists distant, the drier lands, passing through an airport in the West has taken the trouble of summary proceedings which did not make me feel more sure of my enemies invisibles.Enfin, I saw so many Indians working at Heathrow I could have easily mistaken the place of Mumbai. Their presence surprised me because their part of the population in general must surely be lower than their share of staff at Heathrow, which indicates some bias in hiring mystery. Nevertheless, they do a remarkable job with the airport control quickly, and in general are ridiculously funny and witty when it is not maladroit.C’s it for England!
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