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Day 1: "The Journey Begins" 5/9-2010
We flew from Gardemoen the 5th of September, and landed only 2 hours after in the airport of Gatwick. Neither of us had ever been in London or Gatwick, so the usual minutes of what the hell do we do now, came crawling down or backs. OK, so we found out how the subway/trains worked and managed to get …
... take the same rerouting as us, some running.
We stood back a little at the platform and realised the rookie error very quickly when rows and rows filled up in front of us. The train that arrived was absolutely packed and this was where my determination kicked in - I was getting on that train come hell or high water. Stephen was shaved by the door closing across his back, but we got on. Victory!
Picadilly Circus was another matter entirely. ...
... our tour director (Doris) who will be sticking with us all 16 days. We took a bus to the hotel where we then went our own ways.
Tori and I got settled in our tiny room and then went off for lunch. We talked to the concierge who recommended to grab a bite in Hyde park. Hyde park was directly across from our hotel and was absolutely beautiful. It was filled with open ...
One thing though that was annoying about London was the fact they claim to be Europe's version of New York and as a city that never sleeps, but everything closed at midnight (Seriously it was a Friday Night co'mon!) and even the Tube (metro) stopped running at 1am smhhhh
So we hop in on a night bus ( which happen to be those classic Double Decker style ones) filled with drunk British people and scared for our lives from seeing everyone drive opposite and ...
... old lady
“Tuesday!” replied the youth
“DATE not day!” exclaimed the lady
”Oh, we have the wrong date on the tickets!” said the lady thumbing through some papers.
We noticed that the lady wasn't referring to a train ticket. It seemed to be some event or other.
“I’m going back to bed”, the young lad proclaimed as he stormed off.