We woke up to find that we had Sunday off. What a divine and unexpected luxury! So I went and caught up with my brother, who is possibly more mad than I am. Just look at the photos - he looks possessed right? It was a really goddam hot day so we considered using our time in London to educate ourselves with the wealth of culture England offers her colonial sons and daughters. The musems? The art galleries? The shows?
Bugger that. We went to Hyde Park, drank loads of beers and caught up. We ended up in this pub, in the heatwave, talking to a very funny old geezer.
I'd been told to return for some information around 8. I had been trying to be good, but the amber nectar of the gods miraculous replenished itself in my beerglass (thanks to my brother who paid for everything. Greenpeace doesn't pay for personal stuff like beer.)
So I had to go back and then my brother started in on me.. I should come to dinner... they'll never miss me... I'm a volunteer etc. Then he mentioned the food... we could have got yum cha - my favourite food in Australia - possibly the meal I miss most in Amsterdam. He was trully twisting my arm beyond endurance, but Iput my foot down and went back.
Apparently my breath was enough to make the flies drunk in passing, but I showed up and learned a bit of information and then I think I went upstairs and tried to hold my breath permanently. Unsucessful mission, that.
