Monday and Tuesday
Okay. ...damn, I have 302 photos. Figure I'll ramble a bit and get impressions down before I forget.
Yesterday, went downstairs in the triumphant expectation of My Coffee(TM), only to find that the cleaners were in the kitchen from 9:30 until noon.
Oh the howls of pain. Went out to the coffee shop next to Mornington Crescent, then grabbed food at the Sainsbury's and sort of wandered down Camden High Street. There were books, mostly. :D Also a bit of jewelry.
Got back to the hostel and dropped off stuff, then went down to Leicester Square and caught Franklyn (lovely movie), wandered in a vague circle that took us past an Internet café so we could slake our 21st-century lusts, grabbed dinner at a pub (this will be a common theme, by the way; funny that), and heard out to see The Woman in Black which is an *excellent* ghost play. I kind of bought the book. And the script. And the program.
Came home and kind of fell over.
Today, woke up at 7-8-ish. Contemplated the world, then promptly decided to lie down again for a nap. Got up at noon. Whoops.
Headed down to coffee, and wandered around the garden... innner courtyard... thing that they have here at the hostel. It's very pretty. I shall take pictures. There is one rose that might bloom before we leave, not sure.
Headed down to London Bridge, and can I just say that I *love* the Tube? Really. It's so *quick*. (I mean, I'm sure that having said this, I will promptly be swamped by delays, but for the moment... fast! convenient! cylindrical!
....alright, that probably sounded filthy.
Got a map. This will doubtless be handy.
So, we stopped at the Mudlark for ?lunch? (as lunchy as you can get at 3:25 Gotp.m.) and had green beer and sandwiches. Slightly confused the bartender when I said I wanted coffee *and* a beer. Then we got the London Bridge Experience, which is a half an hour of the history of London Bridge via tour/recreation and then forty-five minutes of a haunted house in the plague pits. It was *awesome*. I cannot emphasize this enough. Hysteria-inducing. Lot of screaming. *Mad* fun.
Wandered around down by the Thames for a bit, and I found and mailed postcards. The HMS Belfast was sadly not open anymore and oh dear god she is huge. Then we discovered that the leaflets which had been saying the Clink was open until 9:00 p.m. every night failed to mention the important words "during the summer".
Mid-March? Not summer.
So we went down to Southwark Bridge[1] and then turned left on... bah, I don't remember, but we were through the Borough Market and back at the London Underground station in ten minutes. Came home and are currently planning on going out for food. Also probably more green beer.
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[1] Dear London: wish to object. You have far too many bridges. Also what is this about the Tower and London Bridge not being the same thing. Also the wind is cold blowing off the Thames. Yrs sincerely, put-upon tourist.[2]
[2] (No, I *knew* there was more than one bridge. I'm just saying.)
Yesterday, went downstairs in the triumphant expectation of My Coffee(TM), only to find that the cleaners were in the kitchen from 9:30 until noon.
Oh the howls of pain. Went out to the coffee shop next to Mornington Crescent, then grabbed food at the Sainsbury's and sort of wandered down Camden High Street. There were books, mostly. :D Also a bit of jewelry.
Got back to the hostel and dropped off stuff, then went down to Leicester Square and caught Franklyn (lovely movie), wandered in a vague circle that took us past an Internet café so we could slake our 21st-century lusts, grabbed dinner at a pub (this will be a common theme, by the way; funny that), and heard out to see The Woman in Black which is an *excellent* ghost play. I kind of bought the book. And the script. And the program.
Came home and kind of fell over.
Today, woke up at 7-8-ish. Contemplated the world, then promptly decided to lie down again for a nap. Got up at noon. Whoops.
Headed down to coffee, and wandered around the garden... innner courtyard... thing that they have here at the hostel. It's very pretty. I shall take pictures. There is one rose that might bloom before we leave, not sure.
Headed down to London Bridge, and can I just say that I *love* the Tube? Really. It's so *quick*. (I mean, I'm sure that having said this, I will promptly be swamped by delays, but for the moment... fast! convenient! cylindrical!
....alright, that probably sounded filthy.
Got a map. This will doubtless be handy.
So, we stopped at the Mudlark for ?lunch? (as lunchy as you can get at 3:25 Gotp.m.) and had green beer and sandwiches. Slightly confused the bartender when I said I wanted coffee *and* a beer. Then we got the London Bridge Experience, which is a half an hour of the history of London Bridge via tour/recreation and then forty-five minutes of a haunted house in the plague pits. It was *awesome*. I cannot emphasize this enough. Hysteria-inducing. Lot of screaming. *Mad* fun.
Wandered around down by the Thames for a bit, and I found and mailed postcards. The HMS Belfast was sadly not open anymore and oh dear god she is huge. Then we discovered that the leaflets which had been saying the Clink was open until 9:00 p.m. every night failed to mention the important words "during the summer".
Mid-March? Not summer.
So we went down to Southwark Bridge[1] and then turned left on... bah, I don't remember, but we were through the Borough Market and back at the London Underground station in ten minutes. Came home and are currently planning on going out for food. Also probably more green beer.
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[1] Dear London: wish to object. You have far too many bridges. Also what is this about the Tower and London Bridge not being the same thing. Also the wind is cold blowing off the Thames. Yrs sincerely, put-upon tourist.[2]
[2] (No, I *knew* there was more than one bridge. I'm just saying.)