London, England (Aug 11th to 14th)
I actually fell sick and spent all of the 11th and much of the 12th unconscious in bed. I think it was more exhaustion from all the walking I'd been doing than anything else. Lesson learned - don't push self so hard, I'm on vacation after all. A and K flew in on the 12th, so I was no longer on my own. Our first meal consisted of the most expensive bowl of soup in the world (for me at least). We went to a chinese restaurant near the hostel and ordered the set lunches (5 pounds) which came with soup and an entree. The soup was excellent, thick and chunky. But, still recovering from my illness, I had next to no appetite, so I barely touched the fried rice. Get this though - they wouldn't let me pack it away. Have you ever heard of such a policy at a Chinese restaurant?? It wasn't as though they didn't have the containers, they did do take-out orders. I don't know what the reasoning behind it is, but that is how (with exchange rate of ~2.2) I ended up eating the most expensive bowl of soup ever.




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