“Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was painted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

Sounds of Silence, Simon and Garfunkle

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Hello London, my old friend.
I’ve come to visit you again.
It’s been two years since we were creeping
Through the pubs and clubs and barely sleeping
And the vision that was painted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

Visiting a city like London is like meeting a friend who loves to eat, drink and party as much as you do. There is never a shortage of things to do or places to settle in for a pop. London is the ultimate enabler.

The sun is out, it is a comfortable 25 degrees. London is in its glory. Men and women in suits spill out of pubs from noon onwards, drinking pints and taking in the sunshine. Business deals are being made on street corners over pints and shrimp cocktail flavoured crisps. Sunburns are prevalent. Pub owners break out their wittiest one-liners for their chalkboard signs. My favourite so far is: “God made beer because he loves us and wants us to be happy!”

I’m happy.

When you visit a city many times, the challenge is to keep it fresh and new. Each time I have visited London, I have been lucky enough to stay with one of my best friends, Natasha. She is lovely in every derivation of the word. This is my impossible standard.

It begins with dinner and drinks along the Thames. Next: second dinner at the Dickens’s Inn. In the morning, hit the pavement and catch the sights. Millennium bridge, St. Paul’s Cathedral, Piccadilly Circus, et als.

Then I meet Whitney at the Portrait Gallery. If London is my old friend; Whitney and I invented friendship. It seems like no time has passed since we’ve seen each other. After viewing the BP Award winning portraits… by London time it’s Pimms o’clock. Sitting in Covenant Garden basking in the sunlight we order our first Pimms. It is delicious. It is my Green Eggs and Ham. I will drink this Sam I am. I will drink it on a boat, I will drink it with a goat. I will drink it down the Thames, I will drink it at Mile End…

Here is the break down:
Covenant Garden: 2 Pimms
Sail Boat “Wilfred”: 2 Pimms
Sitting on the grass by the London eye: 2 Gin and elderflower cocktails
Tapas Restaurant: 3 bottles of Rioja

Oh London and your Pimms and neon lights…

“And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said. “The words of the prophets
Are written in the subway walls
And tenement halls”
And whispered in the sounds of silence.”

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Written by Elyse Kishimoto

Elyse Kishimoto is a regular girl with an extraordinary sense of adventure. She's done everything from hiking up volcanoes in Iceland at midnight, to sitting down to dinner with royalty. She's climbed Mt Fuji and the Great Wall of China in the same week, and explored the lost glowworm caves in New Zealand. You never know where her next story is going to come from, but you can be sure that it will be packed full of fun! After spending years reading her favourite classic novels to her students, Elyse is excited to publish her second action/ adventure novel, Sky Watchers in the popular series, The Dining and Social Club for Time Travellers. www.thetimetravellersclub.com

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