I flew from MIA to Newark, NY to catch my flight to Heathrow Airport in London. I got to the Astor Kensington (the hostel I was staying at) Thursday, April 29. The jet lag was almost unbearable. I passed out for the entire day and didn't wake up until early Friday morning.
Feeling refreshed, I went for a jog in Hyde Park just down the street from my hostel.
For mid-afternoon, the staff at the Astor Kensington recommended the free SANDEMANs NEW Europe Tour. So I caught the tube to the Hyde Park stop and headed down to Wellington Arch.
More war memorials next to the arch:
Some with lots of pigeon shit:
Our tour guide, Nathan, was a bouncy fellow with a ton of charisma:
We headed over to Buckingam Palace. The Queen wasn't home that day:
Nathan was super helpful with answering questions about where the nearest pubs were:
The guards take their jobs very seriously. I'm personally not a fan of the bear skin hats:
This is Trafalgar Square. The sky is kind of gloomy, but that's pretty typical for London weather:
The National Gallery (all national museums are free in London) and St. Martin in the Fields Church:
The clock tower the holds Big Ben (the actual bell):
And finally, Parliament:
Later that night, there was a party at the hostel. I hung out with some Swedes and a fellow from Bristol while we all drank beer, vodka and pineapple juice and then some shitty pink champagne. The crowd was lively and friendly, just as it should be. I was a little too drunk to remember to set an alarm. I was also a little too drunk to change my clothes. So, the next morning I was woken up by one of the Swedes and jumped out of bed to throw all my shit in my suitcase (not realizing I was naked).
I had booked a spot on a bus to Gatwick Airport, but that ship had sailed. I didn't even have time to find a pair of underwear or brush my teeth. I jumped on the tube to head toward the Gatwick Express but I went the wrong way. I finally made it to Gatwick Airport after a few wrong turns and met my boyfriend, Ged,45 minutes after our previously planned time. The plane ride was sickening. I have never been so hungover and the turbulence and annoying in-flight announcements weren't helping.
But now I'm in Galway, Ireland and all is well. Expect another post soon.