“Meanwhile in East London, lunatics decorate a building” written in the only normal typeface I’d seen since stepping off the train into Hackney Wick. Characteristically of East London the streets, appearing empty and dilapidated as I approached in the morning, came to life as the sun climbed higher. The canal running alongside the Olympic park became a hive of activity of canoes, paddle boarders and craft beer. Nestled within this (and supplying the canoes) is The Milk Float.
A café boat and Kiko’s base of operations for the weekend, I was introduced to Alfie, Katy, Andre and El and suddenly I had a trade 6 plying me with food and coffee in exchange for images of sandwiches, cakes, sundaes and perching at the front of a canoe chasing other paddlers down for photos.
Yes, that is a Delorean pedal boat parked alongside the cafe.
Nomadic photographer travelling the world without money by trading photography for my essential living needs.