Remember Remember the Fifth of November

    Sitting in Pret A Manger, a restaurant that I have seen practically everywhere and finally realized they had free wifi. Eating a classic English lunch of sea salt and cider vinegar chips, sparkling grape and elderflower juice, and a Swedish meatball hot wrap. Its been a pretty crazyish last few days. Each night I end up following a couple people from the hostel around and each time end up with different people and at different places. It's usually either a food place, pub, or ends at Tesco the local grocery store. It's definitely interesting seeing all the differences, for one nobody really tips here or if they do its not sure how much you give. Also in the grocery stores they make you bag your own stuff which I didn't realize until all my stuff was piled at the end with a bag tossed on top and shes waiting to put the next persons things down there.
    The clubs here are crazy, more of not the club itself but their hagglers. Tons of guys from each club wander the city with umbrellas jumping in the middle of peoples conversations and circles and coax them to follow them to their clubs saying its just around the corner when in reality its about 10 blocks away. When you walk in there is a ridiculous cover fee but they hand you a voucher for a free shot which in turn is the cheapest thing with mainly juice. The main disappointment I have had in the city is the fact that there is no british music. It's exactly the same as the states. Everybody knew all the lyrics and all the englishers were screaming at the top of their lungs 'New York'. It was truly disappointing.
    One main observation me and my fellow hostel mates have made is that I may have met about 10 real Londoners. Nobody is from here. Even all the people who work at places. For example, I had my fish and chips last night, and since I am not from here and have never had fish and chips (btw I really need to find the classic one on the street, this was a little disappointing of just a fried cod and giant fries with a side salad, though I did put vinegar on the 'chips' and they gave us cool spinny bowls of ketchup, tartar sauce, mayonnaise, and salad dressing) I asked the waiter what would go best with it in terms of drinks. His response was that he was from Spain and had no clue. This seems to be a common occurrence.
    We went to T.G.I. Fridays 2 nights ago, this time not by my doing, one of the guys really wanted food and the only place open close by was fridays. It was so weird cause everything was differentish. At least the menu was. I talked to the bartender about everything and he made me show him how I 'flaired the drink', it was pretty fun though, but dang did they have huge glasses, you either got a small drink which was almost close to a shot or a double old fashioned, or for 2 pounds more you got this giant glass that was like a giant bowl on top of a glass stem. The thing that intrigued me was in the pubs some only offered one type of beer on tap, or else there were like 6 but all the taps were separate and spread out down the bar.
    Spending so much time with Aussies and Kiwis Ive begun to say stuff with their accent which is backwards then what I wished. Some french girls were commenting that you couldnt tell where that their accents were different at all, but mine is clearly american. I was pretty dissapointed.
    I did end up wandering and finding big ben and the london eye. Its such a disappointment finding out the london eye is a freakin Merry go round pretty much or whatever you call it. Me and the kiwi had a huge fight of what it was called and then we ran into a carousel that broke down its whole actual history, of the fact that only in america does it go counterclockwise. So it turns out that the london eye is not a carousel because that is the thing with horses. But it wasn't running because it was pretty late in the night by then.
    I have had a pretty great time in London so far though and have seen alot of things. I've traveled through about 4 different bookshops were I've seen both some pretty hilarious british books and some different styled american books, that were originally british. Overall I love the book shops. I really wanted to buy this book called 252, were it gave the breakdown of each person on the tubes story and everything and each person had 252 words dedicated to them and their description, inside story, and what they were thinking at that moment. But it was too big a book to be carrying around with me, plus after reading about a page I realized I probably would get bored of it after 10 pages.
    Tonight on the 5th of november, guy fawkes day, I ended up meeting a canadian and traveled around with them seeing the fireworks and meeting people from India to New Castle, I guess according to them I have to go to New Castle in my travels. So that is now added in to my not so mapped out plans. Overall it was a fantastic last few nights, but I'm ready to move on from the great London, especially since everywhere I've gone and talked to people it turns out there not from here. Ive met people from Scotland, Lithuania, Canada, Australia, New Zeland, India, Pakistan, Italy, and Czech, but only one other person who is in between his apartments is actually from London, otherwise I have not yet talked to a real Londoner, including the workers. It's pretty sad. I'm ready to get to the small towns were people are legitimately from those places.
    As it is I'm about to head out tomorrow, so it's time for bed. Night everybody from the busy town of London.