Today my dad came up with a great idea to go for a walk though the icy winds of East London to a the Fish Market.
Ever since we got here he has wanted to go. Everytime he looked at the foredeck he saw the sign and said "We should go try their fish." Today he thought would be the best day.
So we all got dressed into snow suits and went out in the deathly winds to go for lunch. Firstly we weren't even sure if this was a restaurant. Let alone if there was food. But that's all apart of the fun.
The next step to our adventure to the unknown we how to get there. There is a big gate closing us off from the police station and the fish we craved was on the other side. We were trapped with an evil hunger.
We asked a stranger how to get there. He told us that we have to get on the road and go around the station. So we set out to conquer our curiosity. The path crossed over a train track that lead into a tunnel. I've always wanted to run though a train tunnel. I mean who doesn't? So I begged to go and my stubborn parents said no.
There was a new obstacle in our way. The NSRI building was now stopping us. It would take extreme skill to climb the gate because it had electrical wires from the ground up. I was thinking of trying to short circuit the power box and get some bolt cutters to cut our way the what looked like a fortified military base. But sad to say I didn't get to play my spy games and the NSRI just opened the gate as we got close.
We got to our destination just to find out it is a fish shop not a fish restaurant.
But we bought some fish anyway. We watched how they descaled and gutted the fish. It takes us 3 days to do this and it took them a matter of 30 seconds. I thought they were around highly trained assassins with the speed and skill they used the knife to cut the dead fish.
On our way home I nagged again if I can go though the train tunnel. This time they agreed. So I ran into the train tunnel and danced like a crazy guy. I have now ticked something else off my bucket list.
13 August 2013
We were told that there was a East London museum. Today we though it would be a good day the go to the museum. So we got all dressed up to go out and called our race car taxi services. They might have the highest road kill in East London, but at least they get you to where you want to go on time. When you get out of the car you might be traumatised but at least it is affordable.
This has to be one of the biggest museums I've seen. It took about three hours to walk though the museum. At least it was nicely layed out. Each thing had its own section. It had a square shape with three floors. First there was a little information about asteroids. They told me everything I already knew.
As we moved on there were sea shells and fish. Then it went onto land mammals and small insects like butterflies. There was a small passage that had all types of stones and crystals. Some of them had their chemical formula. I have never seen chemistry at that level before. I was scared, I hope I don't have to learn formulas like (Al3 Cu4)2 (FeO2 SnPb5)3 (6NaCl).
Up stairs had the evolution of East London, and the people and the fashion of certain centres. I found it amusing that 1920s has a similar fashion to the our fashion now a days.
At the bottom level we saw different types of guns and cannons used in the military.
We called the death trap to get us home again. Not going to lie she must save a lot of time. Late for work? Call eagle taxis.
We were all hungry after the long day. Kyle decided to make Jungle Oats. I on the other hand decided to have two minute noodles. Oops, my bad I mean five hour noodles. Kyle put the kettle on to boil at the same time as he made jungle oats. He finished cooking the oats and I was still waiting for the kettle to boil. A boat, the only place where you can cook Jungle Oats faster than two minute noodles.
14 August 2013
We had a family friend invite us to come have lunch with them. Bryan came to pick us up and take us to his house, but first he took us to the mall to get some shopping done. He needed to get some work done anyway, so we shopped whilst he worked.
Afterwards he took us to his house. His wife made quiche. It was the most amazing quiche I've ever had. My mom better learn to cook that quiche or I'm moving houses.
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