Arrived early Saturday morning after a long and uncomfortable bus ride, which gave both mum and I huge, swollen, puffy feet and ankles. Sooo painful. Had two very very ratso clowns behind us sort of, planning their morning out in Birmingham over the phone - first rang mum to tell her where they were going and that they'd be ok, then rang gary to order their cocaine. My god, it was sooo funny. I awoke as we went through oxford, at 5am. The sun was coming up, the sky was misty from the rain, and the place was beautiful. It was like a dreamland. Once we got to London, we easily navigated the streets and tube stations to find our way to hotel. Were far too early to check in, but we were able to sit in lounge. My feet were so sore that I jut crashed. Once we could get into our room (dorm room here) we showered then attempted walking on our feet. Walked to Oxford St, where I searched for some new comfy thongs. The ones I brought were like rocks. Found some, walked home in them, and the toe thing gave me blisters, so knew it was time I found some havis. Just wandered around a while longer, getting our bearings, then back to hotel, cooked dinner, planned our Sunday then bed.
Sunday we headed to the Spitalfields Markets, and Petticoat Lane. Didn't buy much but found some havis! Then made our way to Hyde Park (Speakers Corner) and started a hop on hop off bus ride. Stayed on most of the way, getting a feel for the place and listening to commentary. Hopped off in Knightsbridge, went to Harrods, bought tacky gifts, then made our way back to hotel to go out. Walked to Soho for dinner. Yummy meal too. For once!! Then walked to Trafalgar Square, through to Picadilly and back up. Cannot believe how busy it is on a sunday night! Unreal! Back to hotel about half 11, bed and sleep!
Now it is 8.40 Monday morning and I'm just booking tickets to We Will Rock You tonight. Off to see the tourist sites in more detail today, and crossing fingers that the rain clears for Wimbledon. Hoping to go tomorrow.
I'm not sure what I think of London yet. It doesn't grab me. I don't feel the urge to pack up and move here. I know already I'd like to come again for a holiday and see and do more. But it doesn't grab me in the 'oh my god it is so awesome I desperately want to move here' way.
Anyway, my turn for a shower.
