September 20th, 2007 – by: Jelly
After lunch Garry and I ran through
London. Ok, we walked but he's a towering 6' and I'm only 4'10" so for
me to keep up, I was basically sprinting through London
. We walked
passed Westminister Abbey, which had a massive line, so I opted not to
go, we strolled past the Parliment and Big Ben and made it to the
We jumped on one of those cruise tour boats that
guides you down the Thames as you pass along much of the sites of
London and gives you a fish eye view of the bridges. It got pretty
chilly being on the top deck, it was a cold day anyways with very
little sunshine in sight. It was about this time when I really began
to feel dizzy. And having sea legs after a 45 minute boat ride really
made me feel worse. Checking the time, Garry and I decided to head
back to Victoria by tube to get my lugagge. The tube was insanely
packed once again. I grew really ill. On the verge of vomitting and
passing out. Garry said it happened all the time and I could see why.
It was sooooo hot and the people who were standing had thier arms up
and oh my goodness, the smells that were coming out was so nausiating.
By the time we got to Garry's office I was so ready to pass out. We
grabbed my luggage and headed up to Maida Vale where I was staying the
last night in London with Michael.
September 20th, 2007 – by: Jelly
And from the street
I made it to Victoria around 9:30, wandered around looking for Garry and finally phoned him. We race up to his office and say goodbye. He was off to his meeting and I chose to wander around London
instead of heading to his place for a nap. It would have taken me 30 minutes to get there and 30 minutes back. And slept for a few hours which I thought was a complete waste of time. I will regret this later in my day. I walk towards Buckingham Palace
and hunger strikes me. I realize I hadn't eaten and my tummy was growling at me. I stop in a cute cafe serving yummy muffins and coffee.
I grab just that and sit my big ol' booty along a bar looking out towards the street. I watch business men rushing past and a bunch of tourist dragging their luggage all over the place. Still half asleep, I slowly enjoy my muffin and sip my coffee. I check my map and discover I was only a 5 minute walk to Westminister Cathedral. I gather my things and make my way down the street. Totally passing it, since there were no signs, I ask a woman for direction. Talk about rude. By this time, I have recieved attitude from the people at the cafe and now this woman. Like they just can't be bothered. I put myself on check, reminding myself I'm about to step in a church and what kind of Christian would I be to be so irritated by the attitude of others.
I make my way back to the Cathedral and make my way around. I ask the woman at the information desk about the tower, which boast a better view of London than the London Eye. And being the sucker that I am I paid the 5 Pounds to get me there. A man in the elevator collected my ticket and up I went with 2 college kids. Great, they probably want to make out and here I am heading up the tower with them.
The view from the tower was pretty good. And they were kind enough to map out what youwere looking at. It was very windy and cold once I was there and my eyes watered from the sting of the winds. I decided to let the 2 college kids enjoy the tower without me and headed back down the elevator.
I wandered around the Cathedral for a bit and then headed back to Victoria station.
I was to meet Garry there at noon, the latest is what he said. I get there 10 minutes early and decide to sit at the park across from his office. I like to people watch and that's what I did. I was feeling pretty tired by this point. I headed to Shakespear bar and restaurant around 12, and wandered in and out, looking for Garry. No sight. I decided to grab a beer. I sat outside on some tables next to 2 local guys. I thought Michaels accent was hard to understand, these 2 fellas made it almost impossible. I think they had started drinking a bit early as well... so I can't blame it all on the accent if you know what I mean. So after 40 minutes of chatting it up with these fellas, Garry appears out of nowhere. We decide to head in for lunch as I said goodbye to the 2 fellas that had kept me company while I waited.
Lunch was ok, I'm not a fan of fried foods and so far that was all I had had while in London. Fried foods and beer. No wonder I didn't feel well later.