9.7.2004
SHAOLIN MONKS AND JAPANESE PUNK
No, we didn't go back to Asia -- we're still in London. Tonight we saw an impressive Kung Fu performance by authentic Shaolin Monks ala Kill Bill, flying through the air and breaking concrete on their stomachs while lying on knives and nails. The production value was outstanding, and the physical feats more amazing in person than on film. Especially when done by 6-year olds.
Last night we went to Notting Hill Arts Center for an evening called "Sticky Rice" featuring a girl band from Japan, Yumi Yumi. Adorable and rockin'. This city is vibrantly multi-cultural, more than I expected, and more than any other European city we've been to.
Today's visit to the Tate Modern (more contemporary art) was disappointing, in that we couldn't really appreciate the offering, as saturated as we are. Though it's a wonderful collection. We cut the visit short to live out my fantasy of having high tea in London -- just to arrive to the CLOSED teahouse. We drank beer and watched the sun set behind the buildings at Trafalgar Square instead.
We've been packing in all the typical tourist stuff as well: riding the red double-decker bus through Piccadilly Circus; watching buskers in front of Punch & Judy; watching the moon rise behind Big Ben and Westminster Abbey; trying to get the guard at Buckingham Palace to talk (and annoying him by standing next to him for a photo op).
Tomorrow we fly to Dublin, our LAST destination before flying back to the homeland.
No, we didn't go back to Asia -- we're still in London. Tonight we saw an impressive Kung Fu performance by authentic Shaolin Monks ala Kill Bill, flying through the air and breaking concrete on their stomachs while lying on knives and nails. The production value was outstanding, and the physical feats more amazing in person than on film. Especially when done by 6-year olds.
Last night we went to Notting Hill Arts Center for an evening called "Sticky Rice" featuring a girl band from Japan, Yumi Yumi. Adorable and rockin'. This city is vibrantly multi-cultural, more than I expected, and more than any other European city we've been to.
Today's visit to the Tate Modern (more contemporary art) was disappointing, in that we couldn't really appreciate the offering, as saturated as we are. Though it's a wonderful collection. We cut the visit short to live out my fantasy of having high tea in London -- just to arrive to the CLOSED teahouse. We drank beer and watched the sun set behind the buildings at Trafalgar Square instead.
We've been packing in all the typical tourist stuff as well: riding the red double-decker bus through Piccadilly Circus; watching buskers in front of Punch & Judy; watching the moon rise behind Big Ben and Westminster Abbey; trying to get the guard at Buckingham Palace to talk (and annoying him by standing next to him for a photo op).
Tomorrow we fly to Dublin, our LAST destination before flying back to the homeland.
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