On Tuesday, I tried to shake off the jet lag and hit the ground as hard as I could. I couldn’t help passing out yesterday, but I also didn’t fly 3,200 miles across the ocean and spend a couple grand to sleep. After breakfast, I hoofed it to the London Zoo, where I knew they had a tiger. I’ve always wanted a photo of a tiger, and I’m glad I got one.

After lunch in a quiet pub a flew blocks away, I took the train across the Thames, hoping to get a ticket on the London Eye ferris wheel. Stupid plan. Just wall to wall people. So I bought a ticket to go downriver and then back up. Then it was off the boat at all “the stuff”—Big Ben and so on.

When it was all over, I’d logged 20,000 steps. That plus the smaller portions over here, and maybe I can shed a few pounds by summer.

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