Of Fish and Chips and London Mishaps

I'll go back to London at some point. My brief stay there on the first day of this dubious adventure was moderately dampered by a 30 hour sleep deficit, and further befuddled by not experiencing a lack of daylight for the duration of said insomnia marathon.

In addition to a reasonable amount of sleep, my future London endeavours will benefit from my newfound London lore, which includes (but is certainly not limited to):

1. Don't drive in London. The city of London, beautiful though it may be, seems to have collected a variety of goat-trails over the centuries. Innovating minds apparently decided they should add cobblestone and call them roads, thus saving on civic engineering costs.
2. If you do drive in London (fool) don't schlep around a car-top carrier without being mindful of parking garage clearance. A 'miscommunication' between our driver and the rest of the van shouting, led to an unfortunate collision.
3. If for some reason you are forced into notes 1 and 2, bring copious ducttape. Our canvas carrier suffered severe abrasions by my hand as i frantically drug it down a street to safety. The abrasions eventually developed into lacerations, but seems to have stabalized through liberal application of duct tape

The collection of experiences that brought me these helpful hints is what Dorans refer to as an Adventure. Since this all happened within the first few hours, of this shindig, I think it bodes very well for the potential for Adventure during the remainder of the expedition.

I've also learned that I've never had fish and chips before. I thought I had. I was wrong. I had fish and chips on the shore of the English channel last night, and it was nearly a religious experience. I don't think I can ever have a dish called fish and chips in the States again. Maybe legitimate ones exist. Regardless, i've been missing out for a very long time.