My Feet! My Feet!

Another week, another exercise in metatarsal pain. It was worth it though; the school days passed uneventfullly, but not quietly (I have the great fortune in being roomed on the party floor). Also, have somehow been incorporated into the Chinese Girl Dining Hall Posse.

Saturday trip to London, this time to the British Museum and then the National Gallery for art history course. Also the Tower of London in the morning; a morbid trip, what with the Bloody Tower and the Artillery Museum. That one was full of guns and swords that were shiny and artfully placed behind glass walls but were once used to blast and skewer people. A disturbing display of Britain's past gaijin smashery.

Sunday trip to Windsor Castle; the Queen was in residence ("Dude, she totally gave me the finger!") but sadly we didn't see her or her royal grandsons. Is it bad that I enjoyed walking around the town more than ogling the gold ceilings/chairs/toilets of the state apartments?

After all that walking, going back to the coach was a welcome relief. What are the chances of the ISC being persuaded to get a coach like this one?


I really don't think it says Focker...