NFA = No Fixed Address

This will be short. We're still catching up on our posts and Scott likes to upload 16 videos and 35 photos, along with a short novella of what we've done, which ends up eating four hours of time. I'll keep mine short and sweet.

We spent Saturday morning in an area called Camden Town. It was filled with booths and little shops filled with all sorts of things you don’t need but totally want to buy. I had pictures, but my camera decided to delete them all.

It was also the area of town where punks lived. We then touristed it up down at the Tower of London and Tower Bridge.


We then had a couple pints at Blackfriars Pub and met some lovely fellows with, between the two of them, about four or five teeth.



We walked across the River Thames to have dinner at a dim sum place, where Scott tried to talk to our tablemates. They snubbed their noses at them. Skanks.

After dinner, we ended up back at Shepherd Market to find out what a jacket potato is and eat one or two. But we were too late – the kitchen had closed. We ended up walking down the alley to another pub. The bartender and servers there were finally nice – the first genuine English pub workers we’ve found to be as polite and nice as those in the States. Good times.