woke up and headed to notting hill, which wasnt far from, our hostel. this is of portebllo road. we stopped at a cool record store called rough trade; saw but did not taste amazing paella, and drank the worst coconut milk in the world.
manuel liked these directions on the floor of intersections becquse he feels they saved his life. the english drive on the wrong side of the road so he didnt know which way to look.
this is jessica sleeping on the train to paris. when we were sleeping and would accidently put out feet on the seats an attendent would come by and hit our feet with a stick. also, take not there are not many pics of manuel because i cannot take a decent picture.
Responses to “Day 5, london to paris”
September 5th, 2007 at 9:44 am
it’d be cool if the ground said “look up” and then when you looked it dropped water all over you. BOO YA!
September 3rd, 2007 at 7:00 pm
Thanks for the call! It was great to hear your voice. Glad your having such a great time. Au revoir!