Home via London

Basically my only reason for stopping in London was not in London. She was in Vancouver for sad reasons. I arrived at Hilda's apartment and unpacked everything immediately. I started doing some laundry and then the heaviness of sleep set in.

One full day in London meant I slept in as usual. This is the greatest town in the world to sleep in...well, at least for me. It's also one of the greatest places to take a walk and visit a museum.

I sat in the Mark Rothko room at the Tate Modern for a while before carrying on in the rain. The sky was doing some amazing things on February 27. It was pink and blue and grey and maroon.
Later on in the evening I called Bob, Hilda's coworker, to go out for a drink. Well, it turned into more than a drink. It was more like a bender and I forget some of the evening. I crawled into bed around 6am. I set my internal clock for 9am. My internal clock was also drunk and did not work. I woke up at 11:30am and my flight back home was at 1pm. I had not yet repacked all the crap I unpacked the minute I got to Hilda's place. So, there I was packing things and carrying them half in my backpack and half in my arms in a paper bag through the rain. The bag broke and I had to beeline for a kebab shop where the guy behind the corner came running out to help me repack my bag. He was amused. I ran and got on a train to Gatwick. A lady from the train ran through the airport with me to help me find my terminal. I literally made it onto the plane ten minutes before take-off.

In Toronto we were greeted by several cops right outside the plane doors asking for ID. I suspect they were looking for someone on that plane.... The line-ups for customs were long. Aisha, Lauren and Jon came to pick me up and then back home Monica, Sarah, Max and Greg came over too. It was a great night back.

I got right into it and took some crotch shots.