Day three?
Tobe:
Age: Like my hair.
Occupation: Urban Guerilla and volunteer headphone tester
Looking forward to: Sleep. Just like always, but more so.
Well, London. Isn't it neat? Ease up on the edginess, London. You're gonna disembowel yourself on the cutting edge. Seriously. Kids in headphones and cell-phones moochin' alloverthewhere. But it's still awsome. In other news, I don't travel well. Landings send me deaf, half the time. The other half I'm fine. And I have the shakes, 24-7. Damn this is fun.
Dubai was fun. Culture-shock extraordinaire. The entire place is a reclaimed desert. Absolutely crazy, the decadence of it. So much grass, almost like a deliberate snub to the desert that surrounded it, much like the man-made beach. And the shopping-malls!
The first thing I noticed was the cranes. For every building there was at least one under construction. The entire city seemed to be being thrown up as I passed through it. Later, got to see the The Old Town. Much more run-down, somewhat sandblasted. The only reason it seemed so dilapidated was because everything I had seen thus far was box fresh. I got the impression that the people of Dubai built just because it was something in their blood. They built and left it to the elements, to the people to inhabit and use as they saw fit, while they erected another themed multi-mall or lush affront to the natural scheme of things. The entire town was an infeasibility, sustained by fat sacks of bloody-minded denial and cash money, and the resigned toil of an army of crisp blue suited construction workers, who spent a lot of time on tea-break.
More power to 'em, as it was 40 degrees plus.
Sorry we haven't gotten around to dropping a line sooner, haven't had a chance. It's been nuts. Must've walked miles and miles.
By the way, I LOVE the British currency.
So many double-decker busses. It's almost as if they thought, hey, we're well-known for these things. Let's try to drown the city with them.
And there's more taxis than civilian cars.
Oh, yeah, and I'm puttin' out an urgent request for one Bethany Jane Downey's phone/mobile number or address. Yeah, we forgot to pack the sodding thing. So, uh, if _mugwomp or somebody could post/private message/eMail it, and quick-smartish as I've gotta somehow wriggle out of mother's all-encompassing holiday itinerary. We're jamming most of London into a rapid-fire tour. It's killing me.
All I wanted was to skate the South Bank, meet Beth for beverages and t'ing and buy a manchester clubber's outfit.
Oh yeah, I bought new shoes.
Dom
You can't get a drinkable coffee in England. Apparently the latte glass hasn't made it over here from Italy yet.
Age: Like my hair.
Occupation: Urban Guerilla and volunteer headphone tester
Looking forward to: Sleep. Just like always, but more so.
Well, London. Isn't it neat? Ease up on the edginess, London. You're gonna disembowel yourself on the cutting edge. Seriously. Kids in headphones and cell-phones moochin' alloverthewhere. But it's still awsome. In other news, I don't travel well. Landings send me deaf, half the time. The other half I'm fine. And I have the shakes, 24-7. Damn this is fun.
Dubai was fun. Culture-shock extraordinaire. The entire place is a reclaimed desert. Absolutely crazy, the decadence of it. So much grass, almost like a deliberate snub to the desert that surrounded it, much like the man-made beach. And the shopping-malls!
The first thing I noticed was the cranes. For every building there was at least one under construction. The entire city seemed to be being thrown up as I passed through it. Later, got to see the The Old Town. Much more run-down, somewhat sandblasted. The only reason it seemed so dilapidated was because everything I had seen thus far was box fresh. I got the impression that the people of Dubai built just because it was something in their blood. They built and left it to the elements, to the people to inhabit and use as they saw fit, while they erected another themed multi-mall or lush affront to the natural scheme of things. The entire town was an infeasibility, sustained by fat sacks of bloody-minded denial and cash money, and the resigned toil of an army of crisp blue suited construction workers, who spent a lot of time on tea-break.
More power to 'em, as it was 40 degrees plus.
Sorry we haven't gotten around to dropping a line sooner, haven't had a chance. It's been nuts. Must've walked miles and miles.
By the way, I LOVE the British currency.
So many double-decker busses. It's almost as if they thought, hey, we're well-known for these things. Let's try to drown the city with them.
And there's more taxis than civilian cars.
Oh, yeah, and I'm puttin' out an urgent request for one Bethany Jane Downey's phone/mobile number or address. Yeah, we forgot to pack the sodding thing. So, uh, if _mugwomp or somebody could post/private message/eMail it, and quick-smartish as I've gotta somehow wriggle out of mother's all-encompassing holiday itinerary. We're jamming most of London into a rapid-fire tour. It's killing me.
All I wanted was to skate the South Bank, meet Beth for beverages and t'ing and buy a manchester clubber's outfit.
Oh yeah, I bought new shoes.
Dom
You can't get a drinkable coffee in England. Apparently the latte glass hasn't made it over here from Italy yet.