It's another morning in London and I'm sitting in the common area of the hostel charging up for another day. If I haven't expressed it enough up to the point, let me be clear: I love it here. The smallest details are endearing to me. Maybe the shine does wear off, but there's just something magical about this place. There's some quality that New Zealand just doesn't have. Anyhow, what did I get up to yesterday?

First off, we walked to Covent Garden and found Covent Garden market which is instantly recognisable as the setting of the start of My Fair Lady. I bought a sim card for my phone so now I'm contactable once again. We went through Picadilly and then to Regent St, looking at shops as we went. We walked up Savile Row where they have tailor shops on the ground floor and the basement of each bilding has windows through which one can see the tailors at work. Also, I randomly stumbled across the door to Apple Studios,

which was the record label started by the Beatles. After this we headed over to Carnaby St, which is a small shopping district with some truly amazing and odd shops. I have to make a note to go back there some time.

We went to Liberty just off Carnaby which was this incredible Tudor building with several floors of the most beautiful designer clothing. If you come here, you simply must visit. It just reeks of class. Next we got lunch of some sandwiches at M&S on Oxford st and sat down in an alley to eat it. While we were eating, some guys came charging down the alley in hot pursuit of another man, yelling "Stop that man!" Weird. We headed down Oxford towards Hyde park and I stopped in at H&M and Topman and spent some money finally. Clothes here are so cheap and so amazing,

it's no wonder all the young men here look so amazing. Not kidding, the boys look better than the girls.

I should also mention the train strike. We caught a crowded tube train at 5pm from a ridiculously packed station to Euston and y'know what. It wasn't bad at all. The tube is an absolute pleasure even at rush hour when 90% of the trains aren't running. Whoever or whatever gave me the idea that it wasn't, I don't know. We walked back to the hostel and once again passed out.