Day 8: Abbey Road, Jack the Ripper and Brick Lane

Being the Beatles fan that he is, Spuey had to see the Abbey Road studios and do the famous walk on the crossing. It is a rather hazardous activity which is not well depicted in this photo of an almost empty street. Annoying the locals comes with ease as numerous tourists waddle back and forth on the famous zebra crossing just to get that 'perfect' shot. We managed to get the shot in about three takes. Far less than another dude who I swear, walked across about 20-30 times, pausing each time in the middle of the street. Some drivers are nice and pause, while others (understandably) drive right through.

I do congratulate myself on getting a pretty good shot.

Yep, gotta get a picture with the road sign.

Afterwards we joined a Jack the Ripper tour and I must say, I have never had such an unenthusiastic tourguide in my life. A lot of people arrived for the tour, hence it was split in half. I had a gut feeling that the other half had gotten the better, passionate tourguide with the eccentric glasses and frizzy hair. Our tourguide clearly needed a beer and could not stop looking off into the distance. He lacked any excitement for his job and unlike the frizzy haired one, did not bother with any animated stabbing actions, nor did he bring us onto the actual murder sites. He brought us close enough, but the other group were standing where a body was found!!! It was quite disappointing as all he seemed to do was regurgitate facts that I could've read from a textbook.

Dinner was at nearby Brick Lane - the Indian equivalent of Lygon street. People spruik on the street offering you the 'best deal'. Having no idea we just opted for a fairly crowded restaurant.

Baoey and the pappadum.

The oil from the butter chicken. Gross.

A rather disturbing photo of Baoey and Spuey.

Next, we joined a few others for drinks at Tea Bar. Aaaaah such memories. Spuey got hammered. That's all I shall say. The rest of today, Day 9, was spent recovering.