Wow what a day, and how long can you sightsee? We left the B&B at 9am after having a lovely breakfast of toast, bacon & eggs, OJ & the best coffee I have had yet.
We started by buying tickets for the Big Bus, which travels all over London with commentary and you can hop on & off at your leisure. We stayed on for quite a while & then got off at Trafalgar Square, mainly because we wanted a smoke. We had a walk around and were looking at the map when a charming gentleman came over and asked if we were lost. We explained that no we weren’t but he explained that if we walked down the Mall we would see the Changing of the Guards.
I really wanted to see this, so we headed off down the Mall. We arrived at Buckingham Palace, (otherwise known as Buckinghuge Palace with Queen Bessie in situ) with plenty of time to get a prime spot, in front of the other few hundred people, to see the Grenadier guards and horsemen & big fluffy hats march past us and not to forget the band. It was such an awesome sight.
We then made our way back to the National Gallery, to see some original fine art, well as Marty said, it’s a good thing it was free cause you wouldn’t pay to see it. The art work is extraordinary but the subjects leave a lot to be desired, lots of Christ & nudes & morbid scenes of murder & beheading. Not our cup of tea.
By this time it was about 1pm and we were a little on the thirsty side, so we found a local & dropped in for a pint. Marty then rang his old mate Paul, who worked with him several years ago but returned to England.
We then got back on the Big Bus and made our way back to the B&B, I was exhausted by this time as it was close to 6pm, we had been going since 5am and hadn’t had anything to eat other than breakfast, there was just too much to see and stopping to eat didn’t seem a priority. And Marty was a little lost, so it took quite a bit of walking and looking at the map before we got back to our room.
We then headed out for dinner, a place just down the road called the ‘Monkey Puzzle’. Lovely local restaurant with traditional English food, however the garlic bread was the strangest I have ever seen. It was a slice of bread smothered in cheese with a mild taste of garlic – yuk was a compliment. But the roast pork belly with mash and the Chilean wine were certainly enjoyable.
We struggled back to the room & I crashed straightaway, the journey and the day caught up with me, and Marty was asleep not long after me. This was not necessarily a good thing cause both of us were awake at 1am, I managed to have a chat to Matt on Skype, read for a while and eventually we went back to sleep for a few hours.
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