Day 154 - A last look at UCL and Russell Square

This is my last full day in London.

The other day, Ming Li and I realised that we didn't take any photos with UCL. So we met up and took photos of places which we have "a sense of place" (Tuan, whatever year lah).

The preserved body of Jeremy Bentham, whose ideals UCL base themselves upon.

Me and my favourite corner in UCL. UCL didn't have much place to hang out, so this is where i usually sit to use the plug, update this blog and have my self-packed lunch. This is also where I would bump into friends as well.

Cool building that Ming Li frequent for her sociology lesson.

I spent a lot of time researching in this building for my "Ancient Egypt in London" course.

This back alley looking entrance is the entrance to the History Department. I'm not joking!

Ming Li pointed out this cool bicycle stand.

aku and the portico - the most beautiful part of UCL.

Ming Li and UCL Portico.

All we need is Heather!

Who can forget this high-security geography department!

I never agreed that they are a "Global Univesity" and always think that they are super hao lian to put that everywhere!

I went on to the British Museum to finish up what I have yet to see.

I remembered Jan Picton, my lecturer for the Ancient Egypt course, suggesting that this was used by Ramases III as a form of propaganda against the Nubians.

Replica from Persia. I just love Persian and Asyrian styles.

The Rosetta stone that broke the mystery of hieolgraphys

Elgin marbles - 2/3 of the carvings from the Panthenoen in Athens are here.

China display. I wonder which are the ones looted from the Summer Palace.

Arabic calligraphy in expression of Islam religiosity.

yeh lah yeh lah. Justifying why you're not returning what was looted in your collection right?

I realised I walked through a lot of exhibits. Perhaps after visiting the Lourve and the countries that some of the exhibits were from (like Greece, Italy etc.), the British Museum doesn't seems so impressive after all.

Russell Square. The only park I know in London that aren't locked up after sunset.

The centre piece fountain.

Russell Square station. This was where I first step out to begin my journey.

Brunswick, where I do my grocery shopping.

The Aisles of Waitrose. Can you believe this whole aisle is dedicated to pre-cooked meals? Says a lot about the country's (lack of) food culture.

My shelf. Dividers improvised from cereal boxes.

It's time to pack.