We decided this morning that we wanted to go thrift shopping, but I most of the stores we went to were strangely closed - maybe because Monday is a holiday? So we ended up walking north of our flat to Camden Market - punk capital! There were some really cute clothes, and fascinating people, but I didn't want to spend any my pounds quite yet. Though I must admit the cardigans tempted me - how much more British can you get?
Our first trip to the Underground, in Camden Market, was probably the most eventful it could be. While we were buying our new Oyster cards (travel tickets), a large man in a bright red t-shirt and dreds down to his ankles was escorted out of the station, by one policeman and one man in a collared shirt. Then when we were walking down the stairs to the train and there was a man lying unconcious on the stairs, in a small pool of vomit. Certainly about as many adventurous things as possible in one train ride.
Tonight, everyone is too tired to go out again, though we are telling ourselves it is because we have a 9am coach tour in the morning. Last night (Friday) everyone went to the ISH bar, then my flatmates and myself came back to the flat to play a rousing game of "never have I ever" which is a great way to get to know people.
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