First things first: You be pooping.
First things first: you be pooping. As quiet as you possibly can. But you can’t help it – the farts are just too loud, man, and the UK doesn’t seem to believe in bathroom fans (I have yet to find even one. Also, small rant, they are all claustrophobic and 1-ply fun). You hope the seven other hostel roommates are too passed out to care. But, whatever, you let it rippppp. You got places to be and ain't nobody got time to take it slow. You pack your day pack and are off down the street, Google Maps in hand, like a little Dora the Explorer. You’ve already been here for a little bit, so you get used to the busy streets and the bonkers intersections (which have directions on which way to look for traffic, painted on the cement – super handy). You have sort of a plan, but not really, you just want to walk until you see something interesting. So, you walk towards adventure and hope it finds you. You walk by ancient bars with silly names that are older than every single structure back home....
