I didn't know that until Javiss told me that.
Apparently, some American tycoon bought London Bridge thinking it was Tower Bridge and there you have it, London Bridge is no more.
This will be short because I'm fading fast.
Currently at St. Christopher Winston hostel in the Red Light District. It's a great little hostel with colourful art pieces on the hallway walls and some rooms are unique "art rooms." Ours is of masked women which freak me out every time I exit the shower.
Our most daring adventure tonight was seeking spicy Indian food. Mission accomplished. And to up the risque ante, it was a place called The Kama Sutra. Anyone knows that Indian is quite possibly the worst you can order before attempting to get it on with someone.
2:38 a.m. Heading to bed. We're renting bikes tomorrow and doing a tour of the Heineken brewery and possibly Van Gogh's museum. London entry can wait. The bass umph-umph from the club next door is giving my brain a hemorrhage.
Goodnight, all.
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