Ah, London. My future home and the motherland of my dream husband and Jamie Oliver. I love it here, which is why I haven't been blogging. Actually that's a total lie, I've just been lazy, but I think saying that I've been too usy madly dashing around to touch my computer sounds marginally better.
So I think I last wrote from Amsterdam..? Whatever, I'll start from there anyway. Our last day in Amsterdam was Friday, which I'm pretty sure you know about already. We went on our group canal cruise which was really fun, but I managed to forget my wallet so when we all went out afterwards I couldn't drink anything! But we danced a couple of hours away (Lexi especially) at a pirate themed club and then headed back to the hostel because we had to sleep, obviously.
We had like, a solid day of travelling on Saturday which was nice but also a bit meh, and sad too. Nice because I really like long car/bus rides and it was surely one of those, meh because everyone except a few people were really hung over so nothing exciting happened or was said, and sad because my darling 'grandmother' Lexi (see my Facebook relationships for more information) and Leah and Liz were leaving us in Belgium and I had the anticipation of being ALL ALONE on a seat for a few hours, when I was used to having her sitting there. So we stopped in Bruges for lunch and got Subway and wandered, and then we all (the three Ls included) hopped back on the bus and we drove them to Bruges train station because the were heading to Brussels but it turned out that the place that we dropped them was an illegal stopping zone so we basically threw them off the bus and I didn't get to give Lex a hug or even say goodbye to the other two! So basically when they were gone I was a bit shellshocked and I got out the note that she'd writted me and read that over and over again because it's really nice and then just had a good cry as we drove on to Calais. I'm a sucker for a good letter, as some of you know. Ahem.
The ferry ride from Calais to Dover was SO COOL! Amy told us that it was going to be a rough crossing and everyone was b****ing and moaning but I was totally chuffed because I love rolling around on the ferry, so while they were all groaning and falling and clutching their stomachs, I was leaping and giggling and having a great time. I don't think I made anyone feel better, that's for sure. Really that was it for the day, apart from a short walk from the Topdeck drop-off zone to the YHA London Central where Matt and I are both staying (separately).
Yesterday he and I went on a walking tour to all these places like Big Ben and the houses of parliament and Westminster Abbey and trafalgar Square etc which was really good and crossed a whole lot of stuff off of my sightseeing list, and then we went wandering up Oxford Street and went to TOPSHOP and URBAN OUTFITTERS (!) but that was slightly cut short when I temporarily thought that Mum and Dad and Charlie had been run over trying to walk across a four lane highway and went into panic mode (Matt can testify to that), so we just went back to the hostel and blobbed for the evening.
Today was immense, both size-wise and Welsh-wise (ask Em and Ash, but Gaving & Stacey taught us that Welsh people say that something is immense when it's awesome). I left the hostel, alone, super early and went to the British Museum. I kinda ran through it until I got to the classicsy bit, but I got to see ACTUAL bits of the Parthenon frieze and the Erechtheion! I havee photos, but I'm going to have to wait to caption them until I get home and dig out my East classics book because although we studied the Acropolis, I have managed to forget what most bits are. After the BM I took the underground to the Natural History Museum which to be honest was even cooler than the BM and I had a fabbo time there, and then wandered on to the V&A (cuold only be bothered to look in the shop and skipped the galleries but Mum, the costume thing that you told me about is gone beacause I asked the lady at the info desk and she had no idea what I was on about) and THEN I walked on to Harrods! That place is bloody terrifying. It's like Kircaldie and Stains on steroids. But the candy shop/continent is super cool! I got an icecream there just because I felt that I should buy something Harrodsy, and even that one little scoop of lemon sorbet cost £5.00! Madness.
So then, finally, I retired defeated. Went to the underground, got on the wrong train. Got off that one, hopped on another one. That one was wrong too. Got on the right one and it promptly broke down for 20 minutes. And then started, and then stopped. Bonus though, newspapers are free in London so now I know all about the Golden Globes and the Australian floods and the three year old who survived a 30 foot fall out of a window but may now have hearing problems. Fascinating.
I think I've written enough to make up for my recent slackness, so I'm off to curl up and sleep until the morning. This cold does not make sleeping through the night as easy feat. Or even a possible one! Early start tomorrow for another huge day, but I'll tell you about that later!