9/11/09: London, England
I’ve noticed London is much more direct than the United States. Things that lift you from one floor to the next are called lifts. Since you are a customer at a restaurant, the check says “thank you for your custom.” Machines that you can withdrawal cash from are called cash machines. Rooms with toilets in them are not called restrooms, they’re called toilets.
Zhou has gotten to know the toilets well. After a night of very little sleep and nothing to eat since our last plane flight, I decided that it would be best if we man up and take our malaria pills as soon as we woke up. Zhou’s stomach did not like that idea at all, as she struggled to get through the security check without throwing up on the lady patting her down. She then failed to make it through breakfast without another visit to the toilets, and was unable to enjoy her pre-flight nap without another. I would feel like a terrible husband, but the toilets are so well-labeled here that we needed to put them to good use!
As a side note – toilet paper (or as you Americans might call it, “restroom paper”) here is not on a roll, but rather comes out in two square pieces. It’s great! I used ten pieces to dry my face this morning.
Picture of the Day: They give you giraffes at the Giraffe!