14 July 2019
Tourist Freaktown
The sights and sounds of the ever changing Camden lock
Before doing the half made up stories of nonsense, I will talk about sport. Which helps carbon date my website.
London today simultaneously had the Wimbledon tennis final and the world cup cricket final. Both technically ended in a tie after regular play, at just about the exact same time, resulting in a tie break after 12-12 in the fifth set of the tennis and some kind of super over concept in the cricket. Thats just about the only time I would ever talk about sport.
This evening I went to the last place where you would find people who find sport interesting, but as you will see, people were still interested. I went to where the smelly punks and hippies sell things to tourists at Camden.
Like all things in London, it is newer and bigger than it used to be. Gentrified more than it already was, no doubt outraging many. That didnt mean I wasnt offered drugs a few times because I was, it also means I saw multiple people vomiting and a fight between homeless person. Perhaps they are all paid to add to the show.
There are lots and lots of places to eat, but most are the annoying stand up and eat something fried in some kind of bread places, eventually I found a sit down place, so regardless of what was on offer to eat, that was the place I would eat.
I also paid to urinate, a little bit of Paris in London.
Camden has many many market areas, this is the first one. It is the worst one.
Despite being early Sunday evening, the street is still very busy, and full of weird characters and lots of rubbish.
Most of the stores selling drug smoking apparatuses are now adorned with things to scare drug addicts above the door.
If you dont want a crack pipe, your choices are t-shirts or handbags, like every market.
Now to enter the extensive Camden lock area. Here is the lock.
Poisonous algae grows in the water.
Another of these weird boats designed to keep the sun off people and ensure you dont get a view.
There was lots of vegan food places, but its too hard to get a table, and the first rule of rulebook is, I do not stand to eat. Except in Paris.
I dont think tennis is very 'punk', but they have erected a super screen for tourist punks to watch people hit a ball who are only allowed to wear white.
I do recall going here previously. They sell t-shirts with batteries in them.
ITS ME! Posing with a Japanese hippo.
And as described in detail already, here is the place I could sit and eat. Its pasta. They were making the pasta fresh in the shop, small serve but quite nice. Small serve meant I could have some more fruit salad later.