This was a much fuller day than I expected, much to my delight. It start at about 09:30 with a gradual wake up. The maids actually knocked at the door twice and at long last I got out of bed to take a shower. After cleaning up, I finally met my puzzling roommate, who was a Brazilian. We talked for a bit and then I was off to Paddington. Once there, I caught the Bakerloo to Oxford Circus, and the Central line from there to Holborn. Thence I went down Southhampton Row to Great Queen Street, where the Freemason Library and Museum was, but today it was closed. I still got a photograph of the door though, after all, I’m sure to many this building is the capitol of the world, or was at one point in time anyway, as 34 level masons run it. At this disappointing state of not being able to enter this building, I wandered over to Covent Garden, where I came across the Royal Opera House, The Theatre Museum, and eventually the London Transport Museum. All of these, of course, were closed. I also naturally went in and through Covent Garden itself for the first time, where there was a busker and surprisingly large crowd.
After barely leaving this area, I found a mountaineering shop, where I bought two pairs of socks, bogo, for 8.00, a rip off, but I was simply happy to have some. After this, I walked along the Strand until I came to Charring Cross station, where I boarded the Circle line and went to Sloane Square. Hence the Chelsea bridge to the beautiful Battersea Park. I walked along in a mood of revelry and longing as I listened to the Verve and again found myself admiring the Thames. The park was great and this was in large part because of the radiant sun and clear sky. After walking languidly through the park and considering if I was happy about the way I am spending my youth, I finally came out the park on the other end over the Albert bridge and back up Royal Hospital Road over Tite Street, which I lost the hope of finding sometime earlier. Allow a brief explanation, I knew the rough vicinity of this street and knew it to be the place where Oscar Wilde lived. So I went on a brief detour after grabbing a quick lunch from a nearby Tesco, found the blue plaque of his house took a picture and was back on my way to Sloane Square when I discovered the Royal Hospital on the way and again took a picture.
I finally got to Sloane Square and caught the Circle line to Paddington, where I bought another sandwich, chicken caesar, and vegetables. Also, beforehand, I took my malaria pills, so #3. When I returned to my room, I found my Brazilian roommate was gone, replaced by an Australian by the name of Michael, we chatted briefly and then he left. I ate a bit of food and dozed off for some time. I woke up at about 17:30 and studied my maps for a bit when a new roommate entered. We talked a while and I learned this bloke was a homosexual Indian from Dublin, flying home to Delhi for a fortnight. Eventually I left, got on the internet, checked a few things, found the hostel in Holland Park was reserved and so on. I then returned to my room, got my journal and came downstairs watched a Father Ted show, wrote this entry, distractedly and met a Canadian guy who was raised in Manchester, he was a bit flaming but rather sociable, then I went to bed.