I’m sitting inside a Peyton and Byrne watching the traffic of Euston Road and rain pass. The café is housed in Wellcome Collection, a kind of art gallery and museum currently hosting an exhibit about the human body. I had to take a window seat because running the power cord for the laptop from a table to the wall is a safety hazard.
Last night I took a five-minute cab ride from Madame Tussaud’s to Bi Ying’s flat. It’s the same museum that we made a special request and spent well over £20 under the impression we’d see a wax Spice Girls exhibit three years ago. The last time I recall seeing Bi Ying was at my birthday party in June last year.
This is the final stop in my seven-month long trek unless you count: Eindhoven, the only Dutch city to which Ryanair flies; Utrecht, where I have to pick up my luggage; and the airport in Amsterdam. (I don’t.) Most cities I allotted three days (plus or minus one depending on the city) but I’ve got two weeks here.
On my walk to get to the cappucino and wireless, I saw a bus that was going to Mile End and I thought of that Pulp song on the Trainspotting soundtrack. I think I’m going to like it here.
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