The Reccos Chronicles, Part 3: Bed, dinner and 1 night in UK

We rejoin the €uro 8 after a short break(due to the fact that the ONLY story teller here was in Vietnamese... I mean, in Vietnam exploring the different er.. culture and stuff. But that's another story) and we find them in the first country of their conquest, the gateway to the rest of the region, a land where the denizens actually speak in a language that is understood by the €uro 8.

I give you: England!Contrary to belief, the €uro 8 did not spawn from the bowels of the earth and were unleashed upon the world through this building. This houses the form of transport(ie: the Tube) that ferried the €uro 8 from the airport to their area of residence.

All my backs are packed, I'm ready to go...

Our residence for the night. The Generator!!! (if you ask me it sounds kinda lame...)

So the place for the night was settled, and with the bags all unloaded, the next logical thing for the €uro 8 to do was....

Yes. Look for food.
Cheap(by the native standards), wholesome(my ass!) food.

Call it a divine intervention, a stroke of luck, or just plain geographical location, there was a shop at the corner just outside the hostel, and that was where the €uro 8 had their first taste of Europe...

Looking at this picture, one might be misled to think that food can be sexy.

Seeing that I just had dinner, we'll skip the pictures on food and more food, focusing our attention to what happened after dinner.

Which was a short walk to the supermarket and a tour around the neighbourhood...

While some of us decided to capture the scenes of the nightlife with an accoutrement known to the masses as a camera, the others decided to explore other aspects of the 'vibrant' scene...

Sw the Incredible Fart trying out the paraphernalia in the middle of the street which opened up to reveal a............ toilet.

Kudos for the Incredible Fart for bravely gone where no man has gone for the spirit of adventure. Though I must say the toilet does smells a tad nicer than his fart sometimes...

Others like Jase the Spagnatan prefer to check out the various options for a somewhat *ahem* unique evening.

There are some who very much prefer to just pose for the camera.

This one looks like he just woke up, or going to sleep, or shagged, or promoting his boxers, or tshirt, or specs. Damn I can't tell.

Here we leave the €uro 8 again, for them to catch up on some sleep, before they embark on their next stage of their European Conquest...

See you in France.

--Timmy out