Tühja sest reisist endast või kogemustest, mis ammutati, pilti tuleb teha võimalikult palju ja võimaluse korral nii lennujaamas kui ka lennukis. Jäi esimene kahe silma vahele, siis teeme teist topelt:
“Kas see jalavahe enam väiksem ei saa olla?”:
“Tegelikult… peaaegu nagu esimene klass”:
Üks punkt siiski Eesti kasuks: virtuaalreaalsus aitab ületada generatsioonipiire:
My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart’s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer,
A-chasing the wild deer and following the roe -
My heart’s in the Highlands, wherever I go!
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birthplace of valour, the country of worth!
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
A nice bunch of Victorian names, aren’t they? While the latter was one of the founders of the British Museum (Natural History) which was later turned into the Natural History Museum, the first two gave their names to the real British museum, known today by the abbreviation V&A. There was a surrealist exhibition there but Gustav encountered a really surreal experience in a hall of Renaissance Italian statues instead. Not all of the figures there were made of rock (granite, marble or whatever) nor were dead:
Can you tell the real emotion from the fake?
Wouldn’t that be a surreal yet real experience if this was a real anaconda who swallowed his tail and rolled around in the courtyard and scared off the pigeons (and probably people a s well):
Better get the coaches and carriages out of the way:
If Gustav spoke more fluently by now, he’d say: “Mummy, this is my third time here, I’m really sick and tired of posing in front of your beloved coelacanth, do it yourself!”
And a special hint for auntie-Ave and all the other scouts-at-heart if she or any one of them would consider spending some quality time in London:
After such a hard day everybody needs a stiff drink (and daddy and his colleagues sure had some):
There was this wicked man who taught Gustav how to drink (orange juice, of course, at this stage) out of wine glass with using just one hand:
The trainee mastered the art quite soon quite well:
Then there was this nice man, doctor-to-be, who took Gustav as a guinea pig to his lab to test his brain:
Even though Gustav was not alone, no bells were ringing:
Gustav just had to stare at the screen and listen to some really funny noises:
What will be the result of this experiment, remains to be seen and heard. And as to the Jekyll&Hyde story, no clue…
As London resident Kalm managed to convince everyone that Portobello was crap we headed to Camden (where he most conveniently lives). The market was definitely more crowded and just the look of it took the juices out of the smallest of us:
What a joy to wake up and consume some real juice:
And there sure is a nice canal which Notting Hill does not have a match for:
To be able to walk is also fun (or not, Mari-Liis?):
The greatest entertainment of the day was the swing though:
And the other pleasures that come with it:
And another one:
But to see it all on the grass-root-level on Primrose Hill was also an experience:
“Are we going yet?”
“It’s all fine and so on… but are we going yet?”
