Veni Hengey Vici
It took Jessie a full minute to wake me up this morning. Apparently she shook me for a while. I don't know about that, but I do remember having a dream about an earthquake.
So we got ready, went down and grabbed free continental breakfast, and ran out the door to the tube station. Tubed it over to Baker Street in an attempt to find the McDonalds where we were supposed to be picked up for our day trip. As soon as we stepped off the subway, 10 minutes ahead of schedule, I turned to Jessie and mused, "I wonder why the guy at the hostel told us to take 30 minutes to get here, the ride only took about 5". Her response was, "He must have thought we were too stupid to find it". And we laughed.
Turns out front desk guy was right. About the stupidity. We spent about 10 minutes walking down the wrong street before we realized our error. At that point, we had the adventure of running around central London like stupid Americans. So basically your average Tuesday morning.
The bus ended up being half an hour late. Naturally. Then we rode to Stonehenge and wandered around taking pictures and generally desecrating the monument. Visual proof to follow. Also, we ate an egg and cress sandwich. Honestly, the food here is lackluster. Everything looks good and seems like it should be good until you put it in your mouth. It's a buttertaste.
After Stonehenge we rode to Bath. Bath is a quaint little town that has long been known for its hot springs. We wandered around a bit and then went into the ancient Roman baths. SO many tourists. Holy canoli. Buuuut, afterward we went to the Pump Room which is this great little restaurant/tea house.
Now, I don't know if you've met Jessie and myself, but we fancy ourselves tea aficionados. It was like a pilgrimage to mecca. We ate tiny sandwiches, scones and various pastries. All whilst drinking from an extensive selection of teas. Coincidentally, I'm also a tiny sandwich aficionado (aficionada?). There was live music playing in this large tea room and everything felt very elitist. Just the way England intended it, I'm sure.
Then we got on the bus and rode back to London. Upon arrival, we had an exhausting conversation with 'questionable desk man' about which pubs are best. He drew us a map. On it, he pointed out various pubs/clubs, including those that were closed. Why? Idk. But we ended up extricating ourselves from the conversation long enough to run to the bus stop and found ourselves on Camden Street. We wound up at a Jamaican pub and drank Jamaican things. I was not drunk or hipster enough to feel comfortable. But the beer was good and eventually we wandered our way home.
Tomorrow, more sight seeing and a potentially epic evening planned by 'questionable desk man'. This can only go well.
So we got ready, went down and grabbed free continental breakfast, and ran out the door to the tube station. Tubed it over to Baker Street in an attempt to find the McDonalds where we were supposed to be picked up for our day trip. As soon as we stepped off the subway, 10 minutes ahead of schedule, I turned to Jessie and mused, "I wonder why the guy at the hostel told us to take 30 minutes to get here, the ride only took about 5". Her response was, "He must have thought we were too stupid to find it". And we laughed.
Turns out front desk guy was right. About the stupidity. We spent about 10 minutes walking down the wrong street before we realized our error. At that point, we had the adventure of running around central London like stupid Americans. So basically your average Tuesday morning.
The bus ended up being half an hour late. Naturally. Then we rode to Stonehenge and wandered around taking pictures and generally desecrating the monument. Visual proof to follow. Also, we ate an egg and cress sandwich. Honestly, the food here is lackluster. Everything looks good and seems like it should be good until you put it in your mouth. It's a buttertaste.
After Stonehenge we rode to Bath. Bath is a quaint little town that has long been known for its hot springs. We wandered around a bit and then went into the ancient Roman baths. SO many tourists. Holy canoli. Buuuut, afterward we went to the Pump Room which is this great little restaurant/tea house.
Now, I don't know if you've met Jessie and myself, but we fancy ourselves tea aficionados. It was like a pilgrimage to mecca. We ate tiny sandwiches, scones and various pastries. All whilst drinking from an extensive selection of teas. Coincidentally, I'm also a tiny sandwich aficionado (aficionada?). There was live music playing in this large tea room and everything felt very elitist. Just the way England intended it, I'm sure.
Then we got on the bus and rode back to London. Upon arrival, we had an exhausting conversation with 'questionable desk man' about which pubs are best. He drew us a map. On it, he pointed out various pubs/clubs, including those that were closed. Why? Idk. But we ended up extricating ourselves from the conversation long enough to run to the bus stop and found ourselves on Camden Street. We wound up at a Jamaican pub and drank Jamaican things. I was not drunk or hipster enough to feel comfortable. But the beer was good and eventually we wandered our way home.
Tomorrow, more sight seeing and a potentially epic evening planned by 'questionable desk man'. This can only go well.
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In heaven the cooks are French, the police are British, the mechanics are German, the lovers are Italian, and everything is organized by the Swiss. In hell the cooks are British, the police are German, the mechanics are French, the lovers are Swiss, and everything is organized by the Italians.