Greetings Old Chaps and Lasses! Yes, Meg has sensibly handed control over this most difficult of portions of our trip, the grand bustling metropolis of London, to me, Cameron, your humble blog guide. We flew into London after the debacle that was Amsterdam, needing some loving from the Mother country. Some of our readers may not know, but Meg is actually half English - I know, I know, she tries to hide it but it's time for it to be revealed to the world. We flew into that grand hodge podge airport Heathrow and took a fast train into paddington station. Not yet corageous enough to dare the Tube, we took a cab to Swiss Cottage where my brother Iain and his nice young 'friend' Carly live. Well, technically we sat in the pub for an
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