Awoke Fresh on Saturday morning. Shit, showed, and shaved, then downstairs for a traditional English breakfast. Wonderful and very accommodating hosts. The breakfast was like ours, just a little different. The sausages (bangers?) were a little different, but good. The eggs were a little different, but good. The bacon kicked ass. I skipped the beans and tomatoes. Bleeh…
I think the jet lag and whatnot has already worn off us all. We all felt fresh and refreshed this morning and were ready to hit the town.
We decided the best idea for today was to take one of those Hop-On/Hop-Off buses which was a great way to get an overview of the city and quickly see all the good stuff. And we did. We saw it all, from the outside at least, and were snap-happy tourists. Took a river cruise up the Thames as well and got the lay of the city from the water. Even took a ghost walk tour in the early evening.
Today marked the day of Queen Elizabeth’s 60th Coronation, The Diamond Jubilee, so the city is crazy busy with people and the national pride is in full force. Everyone is dressed in red, white, and blue and/or emblazoned with Union Jack clothing. It’s quite wonderful really and we’ve met a lot of happy, excited people. Tomorrow, is what they call the Flotilla (sp?) which is 1,000 boats strong sailing down the Thames. The Queen and the rest of the royal family will be out on these boats and waving to the masses. And masses there will be. Streets have been being closed off and barricades going up everywhere today. They’re also erecting huge TV screens around the city so no matter when you are, you should be able to see it. It’s going to be a busy day around here and I think we’re just going to wing it as we go. I imagine much of the sights will be closed, but I’m sure we can find something to do.
We were also lucky enough to make our way to several pubs today for a pint, including the famous Churchill Arms and the oldest put in London, Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese, built in 1697. Whoa.
More adventure tomorrow. My mates are doing a nightcap at the pub, and a heavy rain has started so I’ve elected to go back to the hotel and get some sleep and rest my feet. Oh, and the British TV, it is true. Flipping around the tele last night, I joked I was trying to find the “tits” channel, and low-and-behold I found it. Some chick jiggling around with her mammarys in full glory wanting me to call for a chat. Todd wouldn’t let me borrow his phone though….