Day SeventyFour

A day at the Cornish with Han.

Hanna Bananna

is such a gangster.

We went out for a walk to the Cornish after a long sleepy relaxing morning.

People were staring at us

possibly because it was a Sunday and we were in track suits;

or because we were at the peak of local posh

in tracksuits.

And I don't know what's worse;

that I look Lebanese and I have the guts to walk around the port in Asics

or that Hanna looks foreign and lost the way to the hood?

Anyway

we chilled

and walked that walk

and talked that talk.

Made eye contact with the only one guy jogging,

watched some break dancing in the square

and returned to our new base.

Had an afternoon nap,

woke up,

had unhealthy cheesy pizza dinner

and went back

to bed.

Sundays really are for chilling.