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Bucket list time!
So much walking up hills. So worth it.
First up: Hampstead Heath. For someone who walked up multiple mountains last year, I am awful at hills. But I am going to be so fit when I get back home, omg.
Then Bucket List Item #1: Highgate Cemetery.
If I had to come up with the names of two men who are among the reasons I turned out this way, you would find both of those people buried here.
Note: No other gravestone has a lot number. Someone just put it there.
Douglas Adams sparked my love of sci-fi and British humour and as a wee tiny child of 8, I had most of Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy memorized, even though at 8 there was no way I could have gotten all the references. But it was my favourite book for years and years.
I left a pen on his grave. It’s my only pen, so I guess I’ll have to get another one on the way home.
And of course, the big man himself, and I imagine I don’t need to explain why visiting his grave was the top thing I wanted to see in London:
(I have many other photos; I am sparing you b/c I am nice.)
Bonus Malcolm McLaren as he’s there too:
Then we went on a Hidden London tour of the abandoned station at Highgate. It was meant to be a Big Deal but war and economics interfered, and it was decommissioned. Now nature is reclaiming it and the city has decided to just leave it alone and let it be a sanctuary for endangered bats.
I have a lot of other pictures of it too, but for some reason Flickr isn’t allowing me to upload anything horizontal, so you’ll have to wait to see those after I edit them.
Then we went to Manuelita, a play about Manuela Saenz, a Latin American revolutionary and lover of Simón Bolívar, which was excellent and surprisingly entertaining.
Now I am off to bed.
First up: Hampstead Heath. For someone who walked up multiple mountains last year, I am awful at hills. But I am going to be so fit when I get back home, omg.
Then Bucket List Item #1: Highgate Cemetery.
If I had to come up with the names of two men who are among the reasons I turned out this way, you would find both of those people buried here.
Note: No other gravestone has a lot number. Someone just put it there.
Douglas Adams sparked my love of sci-fi and British humour and as a wee tiny child of 8, I had most of Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy memorized, even though at 8 there was no way I could have gotten all the references. But it was my favourite book for years and years.
I left a pen on his grave. It’s my only pen, so I guess I’ll have to get another one on the way home.
And of course, the big man himself, and I imagine I don’t need to explain why visiting his grave was the top thing I wanted to see in London:
(I have many other photos; I am sparing you b/c I am nice.)
Bonus Malcolm McLaren as he’s there too:
Then we went on a Hidden London tour of the abandoned station at Highgate. It was meant to be a Big Deal but war and economics interfered, and it was decommissioned. Now nature is reclaiming it and the city has decided to just leave it alone and let it be a sanctuary for endangered bats.
I have a lot of other pictures of it too, but for some reason Flickr isn’t allowing me to upload anything horizontal, so you’ll have to wait to see those after I edit them.
Then we went to Manuelita, a play about Manuela Saenz, a Latin American revolutionary and lover of Simón Bolívar, which was excellent and surprisingly entertaining.
Now I am off to bed.
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