Yeah, so mornings still suck. We were up and out before the landlady was even awake; we just dropped our keys off at the front desk (we paid the night before) and took off. The train ride back down to London was incredibly long--about 8 hours, if I remember correctly--but that left time for homework and a bit of napping. It also gave Emily a chance to staple her thumb, and gave me a chance to eat a roast beef sandwich that may have contained small bones, and did contain 3% Rocket [ed: I eventually learned that it's a type of lettuce... weird name, though]. I'm still not sure what to think about that.
We did eventually make it to London, though, and I did actually finish my homework. Most of it, at least. We checked back into the Arran House Hotel (the "dormitory" section this time, since it was cheapest), dropped off our stuff, and wandered around London for awhile. We stopped by a bookstore, then headed down to the Thames. Emily wanted to get a closer look at The Globe Theater, and I still needed to get Matt a rock from the river. It looked nice enough, but I've heard that it's a very dirty river.
Before heading off for dinner, we stopped to see a guy who called himself the Budgie Man performing near the river. It was actually fairly impressive... he had trained a bunch of budgies (basically parakeets) to do various tricks. Emily actually got picked out of the crowd to hold something for them to hop around on.
Dinner was a brown bag event; we stopped by a grocery store for a couple of sandwiches, some Pringles & some juice, then sat down at a bench in a park along the river. I know I've mentioned it before, but the pigeons here are ridiculously brave. They were crowded around close enough that it would have been quite easy to kick one of them, and it was hard resisting the temptation to do so. After dinner it started cooling off, so we headed back to the hostel. The rest of the night was spent in the rose garden out back finishing off the rest of Emily's vodka (just enough for a nice buzz), getting all my homework ready to turn in to Barb, and getting everything crammed back into my backpack and suitcase for the trip home tomorrow.
Not just vodka if I remember right. A bunch of little mini bottles of various things. Drambuie, Irish Cream, and Rum were among them, I think, as well as vodka.
ReplyDeleteAha! That does sound familiar. Always interesting to see what others remembered that I didn't, or things that were remembered differently.
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