Ice Bar Superman

Today was exciting. We began by revisiting the Beatles store, following my instructions all the way to the wrong tube stop before re-boarding and alighting at the correct stop. Matthew wanted to buy a money clip from the store, and we didn’t really have anything better to do today than go back there, having already seen everything in London. That’s right; everything.

Except for the Ice Bar of Haddon Street! But we did that after the Beatles store. I had heard rumor of a bar made completely of ice, and the rumors proved true. We showed up around two in the afternoon (we get started pretty early over here) and paid just over ten pounds for a drink and forty minutes inside a small bar completely made of ice, bedecked in special parka-capes made especially for the occasion. It was pretty cool; literally! Ha! That was Matthew’s joke. We took lots of pictures inside, and drank our drinks out of the sculpted ice glasses. The room is kept at a constant -5 degrees Celsius (around 25 degrees Fahrenheit), but with the parka things we were warm enough.

There must be something about Matthew which draws the attention of street performers looking for volunteers, because after leaving the Ice Bar, and walking past Big Ben, across Westminster Bridge, and continuing along the South Bank, both us were picked out of a crowd to volunteer in this man’s act. We and two other men sat on crates facing in different directions, and by laying back on each other’s laps, the crates were removed and we supported each other with just our legs from the knee down. Then, the performer pulled a lady out from where she lay underneath us and had us hold her up above us! Wow! And then she was removed. I think we were supposed to do a little bit more stuff, but one of the volunteers was an older guy, and I don’t know for sure, but I think he fell down when we were asked to raise one foot off the ground. We all tumbled down together at the end. It was fun, there were probably about one hundred and fifty or two hundred people watching. Matthew must look like he belongs in the circus or something, because he sure is popular with those street performers.

This evening we headed back to Brick Lane for one last curry dinner. We picked a place which didn’t quite measure up to the previous two we had visited, but the food was good.