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... if time permitted.
After the War Rooms tour we went for coffee. Noel then decided he would like a haircut and after a couple of tries got a booking at Rush Aldwych, a somewhat flash looking salon. The cut did not take long as one would expect and the hairdresser acknowledged that fact and said he would only charge him half price. That sounded good but then was told it would be twenty five pounds (forty six dollars Australian). Gee whizz, nothing is cheap in ...
... providing it, he immediately said that he didn't believe that he had tickets for us. Showing him my confirmation, he quickly noticed the problem: we were due for the play the night before. Cursing under my breath (sort of), I verbally self-flagellated until he volunteered that they may have extra seats in the same section that they would kindly sell to me for 1/2 price. I graciously agreed, and, because a near sellout crowd, we found 3 seats together, 1 ...
Ventured back to BP with drizzle putting in doubt the parade. Knowing this we took the punt as tomorrow we are back to France. What a display turned out today. The regiments were preparing fort Trooping of the Colour and a 10 year inspection tomorrow of the guards by the Queen. Will have to make time for this before we catch Eurostar at 2pm. It's on at 9.45am so shouldn't be a problem. Enjoy the ...
... I departed alone. This was something I wanted and, indeed, insisted on. Sure I would meet and travel with people along the way. And, as it turned out, family and friends would take the opportunity to holiday in various corners of the continent with their very own personal ‘tour guide’ leading the way. But this was to be my adventure, my journey, my self that did it.
I decided to undertake this journey at a very specific moment in ...
... really is a step closer to Europe than the rest of the continent at the top of which it perches.
Boarding the very modern bus, Roger noticed – very observant is Roger – two discreetly armed plain-clothed men sitting a few rows in front of us. We exchanged theories in a quiet, yet excitable hush. Was this an armed escort? There to protect a bus-load of passengers heading into the heart of the disputed territory of Western Sahara? ...