London is an airport.

Sunny morning in Dieppe, before finding out I've missed the only day ferry, and must wait till midnight to catch the next one:P
Ashdown Forest, home of that silly old bear...
England's most noble creatures, apparently
I AM ROBERT
the prettiest face down brick lane..

London. you are waiting anxiously not knowing which flight gate to take, yet surrounded by the promise of unknown adventure.

Friday, May 2
After an amazing 48h hour adrenaline trip from Dieppe to Newhaven, I finally completed my first big biking day into the crazy chaos of London. When I finally managed to clumsily manoeuver my way through the mad rush hour traffic through the burbs of Croydon-London my restless but eager body was ready to collapse.
That evening I rolled into town to be sweetly reunited with my darling Shasta in Aldgate East:)

Kilometers today...
(after purchasing an odometer from a really friendly bike shop named Future Cycles in Forest Row) I estimated my mileage to be roughly 120km.

Interesting highlights...
Finding The Enchanted Place and Pooh Bridge in Ashdown Forest. Me and Winnie played Pooh sticks, and our branches raced together under the bridge, but came out intertwined as one on the other side. A good omen, me thinks.
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Stumbled upon a delightful hippie-organic store in Forest Row, where I gorged myself on he tastiest yogurt ever, and learned from Janita, the kind shop lady, many helpful clues. That a certain Steiner School(!!!) named Mike Hall existed just up the road, AND that Lower Road was not just a figment of my imagination, but actually the back lane behind the store.
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Why Lower Road? Why it just so happened to be the adress of a magical faery i hadn't communicated with since we met almost 8 yeas ago, but for some wierd unexplainable reason I felt was close on my path.

Saturday, May 3
twas a sunny romantic day which, decked in glamourous dresses and silly shoes, Shasta and I spend fluttering aimlessly around London from Harrod's(solely to use the most luxurious loos of Europe and sample all the finest Olive oils they could offer:P) to Hyde Park to visit Peter Pan in Kenzington Gardens. and then to dillydally under a shower of pink petals.
Lipstick painted walls and nipples highlighted my second nite in shasta & roberts's charmingly snug little flat.

Sunday, May 4
Brick lane. Raja yoga sitting at josh's mansion(random tidbit: this actually happens to be the house of the first lead singer of Genesis) in shepherd's bush.
Shasta and I went busking at the Sunday market down Brick lane-a colourful, eclectic circus filled with street art, junk lairs overflowing with anything from old records to stuffed ferrets, street musicians, tasty food from all around the globe.

highlights today...
*meeting Dave "Harry P" Franklyne at the brick lane bike-polo courts!!!
*somebody asking me if I was secretly Banksy after admiring my artwork..haha.