Good grief. Where on earth do I start? What a day! I’m beat. London is quite a city, and we haven’t even scratched the surface.
We made our lovely lunch in the Manna House kitchen and set off for Bromley North station at 9ish, and while it took us a little while and a few confusing interchanges to make it to London, we got there without any problems. We’re probably going to want to travel from the Bromley South station next time. That’s tomorrow. We’ll see if that’s any better.
Our first stop was King’s Cross station because I wanted to find Platform 9 ¾. And we did! Success! But there was a huge line to get your picture taken there, and I didn’t want to wait. So we just took pictures of the adorable little kids having their pictures taken. And Katie and I got our picture in front of the Harry Potter store.
Then we stopped by another awesome landmark on the way to the British Museum. The address is actually 187 N. Gower Street in real life … but in BBC London it doubles as 221B Baker Street. Yes, Speedy’s Café is a real place, you Sherlock fans. You can actually go by and take photos. We did.
Then, we hoofed it to the British Museum. By the time we got to the British Museum, we were hungry. So we sat outside on the stone steps and ate our marvelous packed lunch of sandwiches, chips, and cookies.
We spent three or four hours wandering around with our jaws hanging open at crazy stuff like the Rosetta Stone and dozens of mummies and old Greek statues and samurai armors and much much more. It was incredible!
After we wore ourselves out there, we decided to try to swing by the Lyceum Theatre to see if they had any tickets left for the Lion King. Katie and I really wanted to go, but when we asked, the only tickets they had were super expensive ones in the front or very cheap standing tickets in the back. So we passed. But we got a cool picture outside it.
Then, we went on to Covent Garden where we wandered around the Jubilee Market and had coffee outside and watched the street performers. We also got some more souvenirs (success!). As we were drinking our coffee, there was a guy dressed up like a pirate doing improve across the street. There was also a magician of some kind. Oh, and a guy dressed up like Yoda taking pictures with people. That was a little odd.
There was also a violin group that had just finished playing when we got down to the shops at the bottom of Jubilee Market, but an opera singer picked up when they were done. Man, could that guy sing!
We decided to come back to Bromley for dinner, so we got down to the tube just as rush hour started. And now I know why they call it a London tomb experience. Wow. Those cars were packed like sardines. We were all squished in there so tight we could hardly breathe. And in some instances to get down to the tube we had to take a lift or go down 193 steps (yes, the sign said it; no, I didn’t count them). And these weren’t just normal steps. These were circular, spiraling, dizzying steps that seemed to just go faster and faster and get smaller and smaller. But that could have been my decreasing coordination.
In any case, nobody fell down. We didn’t lose anyone. And we only missed one train, and it wasn’t even our fault. There was some kind of electrical hangup at another station, and that threw all the trains off. So we just hopped the next one, and we got back to Bromley just fine.
We ate at an Italian restaurant called Ferrari’s or something like that. Kind of expensive. Small portions. But very good. Except they gave us bottled water and charged us for it. Goobers. Note to self when eating at an expensive looking European Italian restaurant: just ask for tap water. We even indulged in dessert (mostly because they shoved the menu at us and looked expectant), so we split an order of sticky pudding … which turned out to be some kind of spicy cake looking thing with a toffee kind of sauce on it. Wow. It was great!
Then, we walked back to Manna House. Katie and I are installed in our room again. We’re both worn out. Tomorrow is going to be great too, though. We are planning to go to Buckingham Palace and see the changing of the guard. We should also be meeting a friend of Katie’s for coffee then, and we want to go to the Tower of London too, plus the Museum of London and the Royal Air Force Museum. … And, since it’s the Fourth of July and I’m across the pond instead of at home blowing stuff up, I really really really want to toss a bag of tea into the Thames, but I’m afraid they’ll arrest me.
I’ll check in again tomorrow! Night, everyone!