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Day two of my London trip involved "settling in". This consisted of going to bed at 4AM, waking up at 1pm, eating something, using the loo and going back to sleep for another few hours only to wake up, unpack my things, clean Gopi's room because I'm anal-retentive, showering and getting to work putting out this week's issue of SF Station. Very exciting.

Hopefully tommorrow I'll be more functionable. It's a good thing I've already been to London and don't need to "see stuff". I have a pretty full weekend planned but if any of you'all are from/living in London (this means you Ziggy) then I'd appreciate any suggections of must-do activities. Wouldn't like to feel like I've missed out now would I?

But, to be honest, all I want to really do is relax. And if that means I have fly halfway across the world to do so, then so be it. My regular schedule is jam-packed and crazy and I just want to sit back with a good book and a cup of tea during my two weeks here. That and spend QT with my best friend. Isn't that what the locals do anyway? And I like to live like a local whenever I'm travelling.

Ifyou're reading this, I'd be interested in other people's approaches to holiday-ing. Do you run around with jam-packed schedules trying to see and do absolutely everything and act like the quintessential tourist or do you wake up at noon and just chill?

Anyhow, here are some pics. The first is of the gopester and I (from yesterday) and the other is the view from her room. I love all the chimneys! They look like an undulating sea of furnaces.





Yesterday I pointed out that London and India have many similarities. Well, one of these are the toilets. The ones I've had the pleasure so far of meeting, look very similar to the ones I've known in India. The tanks are the same (mammoth and taking forever to refill) and so are the handles. They also make very loud rumbles when flushed.

Plus, yesterday, when we went to that dinner party, the host's loo didn't have any toilet paper. He was leaving the next day for Paris and I guess he didn't bother to get any...so I was forced to use the same method billions of Indians (hehe, that rhymes) have been using. Let's just say it entails making use of your hands.

The G.O.P.I.'s flat has, in addition to a dinosaur of a toilet, a bidet.



It's collecting dust so obviously no one's been using it. This could be due to the fact that it's poorly designed. How are you even supposed to use that thing! The faucet is like an inch long. It would take a physical effort just to get close enough for the water to reach your...parts.

Well, there you have it. I didn't leave the flat today, so I talked about toilets. Hopefully, for your sakes, tomorrow will be more exciting.

We shall see.