Tuesday afternoon…
Hello London!
A few hours before it was time to leave for Bart I still wasn’t packed. The only thing I know I forgot for sure is my bus map but I can figure that out. Right now the internet isn’t working…but the room is nice and I’ve just showered and made myself a cuppa. It was raining then it was sunny and now it’s raining again. Starting to feel the jetlag. Didn’t really sleep on the plane. My suitcase broke—a security guard had to give the handle a good yank after he was sure I wasn’t a terrorist. Bloody hell it’s raining. And I have to go over to vodaphone.
Big Ben and the ghost tour bus last night on my walk around Westminster.
Saturday, very early morning…
A little hiccup in my lucky streak when the fire alarm went off at 5 this morning. I think I jinxed myself last night when I though, lucky so far. Thursday I was up at 6 to get to Victoria Station for an 8am bus tour to Stonehenge. At 8:30 there was still no bus. Ended up getting a free upgrade for the Stonehenge-Bath tour. And yesterday I missed my train to Uckfield, waited for an hour at East Croyden and ended up walking the one mile lane to Hever Castle with three descendants of Mary Boleyn.
For the past few days I have been nerding it up—gawking at Stonehenge, trekking up to the Jane Austen Center and tiptoeing around the same rooms as Anne Boleyn once did. On the off days, my time has been well spent figuring out the buses frequenting the West end between Kensington High Street and the central part of town. Union jack flags decorate Oxford and Regents streets along with crowds of people shopping. Yes, I’ve done my fair share of shopping but have yet to hit up the East End thrift scene, that’s on Sunday.
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