Day 19: Paris, France ----> London, England

So, after many consecutive days of waking up before most people..i developed this technique called sleep walking. And, i did this all the way to the metro and found myself at the airport about an hour later, and it was only 6:45. Took another classic EasyJet - always a good experience. Arrive at the hostel around noon, and it already felt like it was time to get some sleep. But once again, P-Dog refused to give into sleep. So, as professional tour guides, we took to the city of London...and 3 hours later we were finished. We saw it all in three hours.
And after, we slept...for four hours.
So, after a good recovery we used all the glasses I had collected throughout Europe and entertained ourselves in our neat little room before we headed out. P-Dog made friends with this weird old Swiss couple who we kept seeing everywhere we went. I got carded at the one bar, which is something i didnt even think was possible in Europe. But the night was getting old - so we resorted to Doner - something that always brightens our nights.
After a nice feast, we headed back to look for Smeagol in the hostel and noticed that our hostel bar was still going strong. So, after attempting to wax Smeagol's chest hair (he woke up before we could finish), we all went down to the bar for some one-on-one Bike Mike basketball moves and green fairy dancing.
Not too much to report today. That four hour really did it to the man.