Helsinki had been wet.
The last night before we left we explored the island and its old fortifications. We watched on the crest of a hill as stromclouds gathered over Helsinki.
As it turned out this storm never came, Finland had rained itself out the day before.
This storm was saving itself for London.
I wont bore you with the transport details but essentially we arrived in Deptford under the cover of a fine cloud of drizzle. Upon finding the Hostel we discover it isn't really a hostel, more an Afro-Caribbean pub that rents out the upstairs to backpackers.
It had a very community feel to it, Little kids watching cartoons at the bar in the morning. white guys playing black guys at pool. It was nice, poor, but nice.
Could have done without the cockroaches but some would say that they add character.
My plan for the evening was to head out to a comedy club in Greenwich, theoretically just a short walk away. That short walk, when combined with a downpour isn't quite as short as it could be.
I had to run ahead to book the tickets in time and by the time we arrived we were well and truly wet. So much so that a Cockney at the bar told me to 'sort myself out in the toilets, rather aggressively' I fail to see what he expected me to do about it, stand under the dryer for 2 hours? What? Anyway I attempted some banter with him and it failed. His Cockney armour seemed to deflect humour.
The comedy was good, well once the four drunken knobs sat next to us left anyway. The highlight for me was the second comedian, a gay kid with autism and a key board. What more do you want.
The day in London was far less of a washout. We wondered to Covent Garden in the morning and I got to take part in some intense unicycling. Fortunately I only had to hold the unicycle, not actually attempt it. We found a bookshop in Notting Hill that sold books for 50p and we gratefully indulged. Moscow/St Petersberg Guide Book anyone? Legend.
Afterwards we walked Portobello street looking at all the antiques. Helen bought trinkets and it was good.
We unfortunately didn't have time for some decent food when we went to Kings Cross to say goodbye.
I ran along with the train for a bit as it set off. I also ran into a guy at one point but non of his limbs fell off so it can't have been that bad.
After the sad goodbye, I ate a Chinese soup and retired to the hostel.
Japan in the morning...
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