I almost got distracted by the Museum of Natural Science, but pressed on to the Victoria Albert museum.

Did I mention everything is really close together in England? There's a HUGE PARK between my hostel and the museums, only it's not really. Nose Hill Park would stomp on it and laugh.

Right now I'm sitting against a wall in the Victoria Albert Museum, trying to find some more space in my brain to fit things. My legs hurt from miles of walking on concrete floors, and my bum hip is starting to act up. I really need to give it a full day of rest, but there's NO TIME. At least Treycee (Traycee? Traisee? Tracey? Crap, I can never remember how to spell her name!) worked the hell out of it just before I left. Since my last massage it's only started to get sore about fifteen minutes before the other one starts to get tired. That is a vast improvement over February when I would wake up and it would be sore.

I am very glad the VA Museum has left cushions about on these steps for the sitting on. Either that, or I'm sitting on an exhibit right now...

Anyway, I should probably describe the Victoria Albert Museum. It's kind of like this:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

But with more A's. I'm so glad they allow picture taking. I am taking so many photos. I also have my spare memory card in my pocket, just in case.

Reminder to self: buy sleeping mask and ear plugs for tonight.

Rock on, homies. It's time for me to carry on through the Islamic Middle East.