We decided against starting our day with the free train wreck of breakfast at the hostel and ate at a cafe down the road. Then joined the big bus tour company for a tour of all the tourist attractions in London. The ticket salesman was an interesting character, freely dropping f-bombs and c-bombs as he checked our online tickets.

The tour guide was a bored and cranky woman with faded red dyed hair. She kept death starring a couple who sat in front of user were quietly talking to each other as she obviously felt we should sit in silence as she provided sarcastic, monotone commentary.

'in London we have inventive street names.. Bread street is where you used to buy your bread, milk street is where you used to buy your milk. Does anyone know what you would buy on Friday street?' she asked 'beer!' vet and I exclaimed ( obviously! What else could you need on a Friday) apparently the correct answer is fish.

We walked the borders of the tower of London And down to the warf where we took a river cruise to Westminster and decided to walk from there to buckingham palace rather than rejoin the bus. Not a bright idea as we became lost and didn't find the palace for over an hour!

The palace was beautiful, although I enjoyed the surrounding gardens more than the building itself. We missed the changing of the guards but saw a couple marching back and forth across the door ways.

Exhausted we caught the bus back to the hostel where we had to change rooms ( our double bed room had been booked so we had to move back into the bunks room. We were in bed asleep by 3pm and rose at 8 to wash our clothes and have some dinner. Did you know even when you find a restraint where you can order fresh veggies they come out as muted colour mushy versions of themselves covered in oil? Not quite the fresh meal I was hoping for. Back to bed by 11 and we slept until 5! Finally making progress in the war against jet lag.