London has a definate dark witchcraft feeling about it. From the air, you can see evidence of how ''they'' might control the energy and people through sacred geometric planning - or perhaps its just one big mess. On the ground, it feels like a decaying, defunct empire - yet the sunflowers grow up through cracked concrete and cobblestone. Not literally of course, but through the ribcage of a megalithic super power of dominance, white light shines anew. While trash piles up in the streets, street food vans pop up almost inconviniently at times. It's probably best to ignore what the beast is up to and get in tune with the resiliently optimistic song of the people.
Our time in London was a whirlwind tour. The constant repetition of the name Cockfosters was the our anchor to hilarity, keeping us from insanity on that long ride out of Heathrow. We dropped our bags in with Sarah & Phil and hurried of to Kings Cross for a midnight meeting of chocolate and tea with Jenna & Jordan. We had been in so many of the same countries in the last 3 months and were only crossing over for 8 hours.
We met up with friends formerly from Australia including Jesse & Cathy, Leonie and her kids + Electra, Tim & Gus. Our trip out to Camden certainly left a lasting impression. You may spot it in photographs from now on, if you pay close attention!
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