While the boiling scandals of many British congressmen taking more money than they should, the sunny London town seems calm and almost happy. I guess it is because the rare three days in a roll sunny days makes everyone forgiving and chilled.
Moving from Mark's to stay with Mango. Somehow I feel like I have not left Taipei. Perhaps it is the friends factor...Mango, who has couch surfed my place two years ago welcomed me with big open arms at the Greenwich Station. Old things are good. Old friends, old wine, old bed...Comfy but also classy.
Greenwich has the lane way charm and the gradual climbing hill in the backdrop while facing the Thames where you could see the big sails coming all the way from America and India in the days of British Empire. But now Greenwich is cute as a country gentry's daughter. Bouncing with joy.
Later that night, hot Pot devouring night. Eat. Eat. Eat. Till we all had just one pack on our stomachs...Originally, all headed out for some proper Saturday night fun but I was in food coma. Fell asleep smelling hot pot at the roots of my fingers.
