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Travel Blogs from Clovelly
Happy 4th of July! and the 5th too.
Two days of walking almost non-stop. Our tour guide, Haydon Luke, was awesome, but a drill sergeant. Breaks were not an option. Only lunch. Thankfully there were occasional tube rides to rest our weary foot. Fortunately it wasn't just me. I did see others rolling and stretching their feet too.
We met our guide bright and early and headed to Tower Hill where we looked at the Tower of London and went to the start ...
... AT ALL and everyone else already went and I'm in a hurry *******MIT I'M NOT MADE OF STONE!
London, all in all, is pretty amazeballs. And their English is excellent. So where to next? Wayyy ahead of you, reader.
This morning we flew to sunny Spain, to a town called Seville. More reports from the continent to follow, but for now keep all those wellwishes and donations in non-sequential Euro notes coming. Onwards! Onwards!
... we also planned what we will be doing the next two days. We have a lot on our plate, so we are taking the evening to catch up and be well prepared for tomorrow. Be prepared for our sightseeing we will explain soon!
Allie has recently been experiencing culture shock. Since I have been around big cities before I kinda know what to expect. We will say that we miss our Midwestern space (and beds)!
... a pretty pound for our entrance so Jon and I braved our way through, enjoying the gorgeous and the not so gorgeous wax celebrities.
Once we'd had our fill of wax and gore (the story surrounding the idea of Mme. Tussauds having close ties to death masks), we filtered out and hopped on another bus towards Oxford Street. This was a bad idea; today was boxing day, one of the busiest shopping days of the year and yet ...
"Put your coat on luv, I'm going to the pub.
Oh Honey, are you taking me with you?
No, luv, I'm turnin the 'eat off!!'
This little joke took on new meaning as we sat around the fire in a pub called the Blue Anchor Inn.... the day after our windy night in the little village by the sea.
Shivering away next to leaky windows in a B&B on High Street, Clovelly, we are told….”Not to worry luv, the heater comes on at midnight”!