London

As they say, time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana. Here I was, at the last leg of my grand European journey, London. I expected fog and rain, but got sunshine and warmth instead. My first mission was to find my uncle somewhere in the Heathrow airport underground. After nearly an hour of searching, we were ready to give into the fact that C.H.U.D.'s most likely got ahold of him. Luckily, this premonition did not come to fruition.

From the airport, we took the train into town and made our first stop at Covent Garden, where we had a nice pub lunch. After a few pints of the bitter stuff, we used the loo and hit the road. We checked out a great organic market within the garden and tried more than a few samples of the offerings.

From Covent Garden, we hopped the tube to Russel Square, so that we could check out the British Museum. By this point, I fell asleep, naturally. I did wake up in time to see a myriad of pillaged, I mean, well-preserved, Egyptian & Greek artifacts. Among the highlights were the Elgin Marbles (which included the Parthenon Frieze-37.5% of it to be exact), and the Rosetta Stone. We had an early morning, so I was back to my hotel and tucked in early, dreaming of cute flight attendants with warm milk while en route to home sweet home...