Day 5: Exploring London.
Visited my old church today. Emmanuel Evangelical Church (EEC). I could hardly recognize anyone! I was too young and it's been ages since I left. Ps Benny Ho preached there last week when transiting through London on the way back to Perth from Argentina.
After church, Dad and I did some London sight-seeing. The hours of non-stop walking and standing were exhausting, but it was well worth it cos we got to see Big Ben, St Paul's Cathedral, Parliament House, Trafalgar Square, Downing St, Chinatown and more.
It so happened there was a ''Keep TVR British'' protest going on in the city, so the streets were flooded with countless souped up TVRs all growling, grunting and vrooming about. That was quite a sight I must say, certainly not something you see everyday, or any day for that matter.
My old Converse shoes are really old and tattered, to the extent that water can seep in when I step in puddles. I have suffered the torture of walking around for hours with smelly mushy squishy soggy socks many a time! Gone are the days of my affliction, for today was the long-awaited day of redemption from my misery and sorrow: I picked up a pair of white Lonsdale shoes for £30! Not a bad deal considering London's mad-expensive prices.
After church, Dad and I did some London sight-seeing. The hours of non-stop walking and standing were exhausting, but it was well worth it cos we got to see Big Ben, St Paul's Cathedral, Parliament House, Trafalgar Square, Downing St, Chinatown and more.
It so happened there was a ''Keep TVR British'' protest going on in the city, so the streets were flooded with countless souped up TVRs all growling, grunting and vrooming about. That was quite a sight I must say, certainly not something you see everyday, or any day for that matter.
My old Converse shoes are really old and tattered, to the extent that water can seep in when I step in puddles. I have suffered the torture of walking around for hours with smelly mushy squishy soggy socks many a time! Gone are the days of my affliction, for today was the long-awaited day of redemption from my misery and sorrow: I picked up a pair of white Lonsdale shoes for £30! Not a bad deal considering London's mad-expensive prices.







