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It was a bit hard getting around on my first day in London. I was as excited as a Japanese tourist, taking photos of anything and everything of interest. But it is very hard to keep the constant rain from dribbling onto my camera's lense, ruining the shot. After some awkwardness, I learned that if I held my umbrella and camera in a certain way, I could take clean photos without getting the camera wet or inadvertantly capturing part of my umbrella in the shot. I took this photo in front of a small furniture store. After walking for hours and hours, I wanted badly to spend a few minutes resting in that dry, cushioned chair, but only my reflection had that luxury. I continued walking until 12:45p, when I couldn't go on any further. I was so tired, that I practically asked an employee of a cyber cafe if I could sleep in her apartment after I had found out she had a 'flat' nearby. But I knew it would sound a bit rediculous, even creepy, if I blurted out such an unusual request. I sleepwalked down into the nearest enterance to The Underground and found a bench overlooking the tracks. Just before falling into a deep sleep, I realized it wasn't a good idea not to sleep earlier on the flight from Los Angeles. My body was telling me it couldn't handle any more than 35 hours without sleep. And even though trains passed every 11 minutes or so, I got five hours of heavy sleep before moving on to explore more of the city.
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