Serendipity
Sometimes the best discoveries and memories are made in serendipity.
From snagging good books at a great price at obscure little bookshops, to a top which finally fits me in size and budget, to a wonderfully delicious Italian eatery at Old Crompton Street - these are the stuff that traveling dreams are made of.
Good weather is never to be wasted - I always head to a park to get some sunshine and never tire of looking at the blooming flowers and cherry trees hanging overhead as I strolled along the lakes. Lots of people execute blading stunts at Hyde Park. And at Speakers' Corner, it's a supermarket of religions - take your pick from Christian Atheism (sounds oxymoronic to me), to Islam to some strange sect that sprouted from Jamaica.
Off to see the British Museum and was delighted to spot the mummified cats that I viewed at ACM back home almost 6 years ago. The mummy case depicted the cat with a very surprised look on its face. It would be surprised (make it a nasty one) - while cats are deified in the Egyptian pantheon of gods, to guard the dearly departed in their journey in the Underworld, the relatives would break the cat's neck and mummify it, serving as a sort of god to lead the departed ones onwards.
Tate Modern was good. I stumbled upon a small art gallery tucked away under the shadows of the hulking bulk that was Tate. Southbank Gallery sells original art by relatively unknown artists and is proud of its eclectic styles. The gallery owner amusingly said that I did "the right thing", by visiting Southbank first before Tate - Tate closes really late on Fridays.
Works at Tate Modern take on a distinct bizarre style. It's either the work of people who are "very talented or very disturbed", quoting my Lonely Planet guidebook. In the Turbine Hall, there's this aural exhibition with disembodied voices shouting different words, mixing and bouncing off the high walls. Eerie, to say the least.
Still didn't manage to fix a pub din with Ben and Meng - it's either because of their hectic work schedules or me coming back real late... I must get around to it.
From snagging good books at a great price at obscure little bookshops, to a top which finally fits me in size and budget, to a wonderfully delicious Italian eatery at Old Crompton Street - these are the stuff that traveling dreams are made of.
Good weather is never to be wasted - I always head to a park to get some sunshine and never tire of looking at the blooming flowers and cherry trees hanging overhead as I strolled along the lakes. Lots of people execute blading stunts at Hyde Park. And at Speakers' Corner, it's a supermarket of religions - take your pick from Christian Atheism (sounds oxymoronic to me), to Islam to some strange sect that sprouted from Jamaica.
Off to see the British Museum and was delighted to spot the mummified cats that I viewed at ACM back home almost 6 years ago. The mummy case depicted the cat with a very surprised look on its face. It would be surprised (make it a nasty one) - while cats are deified in the Egyptian pantheon of gods, to guard the dearly departed in their journey in the Underworld, the relatives would break the cat's neck and mummify it, serving as a sort of god to lead the departed ones onwards.
Tate Modern was good. I stumbled upon a small art gallery tucked away under the shadows of the hulking bulk that was Tate. Southbank Gallery sells original art by relatively unknown artists and is proud of its eclectic styles. The gallery owner amusingly said that I did "the right thing", by visiting Southbank first before Tate - Tate closes really late on Fridays.
Works at Tate Modern take on a distinct bizarre style. It's either the work of people who are "very talented or very disturbed", quoting my Lonely Planet guidebook. In the Turbine Hall, there's this aural exhibition with disembodied voices shouting different words, mixing and bouncing off the high walls. Eerie, to say the least.
Still didn't manage to fix a pub din with Ben and Meng - it's either because of their hectic work schedules or me coming back real late... I must get around to it.
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