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in_the_blue) wrote2010-07-06 07:09 pm
in_the_blue) wrote2010-07-06 07:09 pm
What I did on my summer vacation
...I really did hear that song more than once while I was there! Our trip to London had a Kinks background.
So I tell you unapologetically that we were tourists while we were there. In no particular order, we visited the Tower of London, rode boats up and down the Thames, took a night tour on one of those double-decker buses, went to the theater, climbed to the top of St. Paul's Cathedral, watched World Cup football, visited Greenwich, saw Bath and Stonehenge, took a falconry course in Kent given by a CBBC tv star, went to the Imperial War Museum, drove past Buckingham Palace and Hyde Park a bunch of times, walked the South Bank walkway, did not pay to ride the London Eye but watched it from the balcony of our hotel, listened to Big Ben and the Westminster Chimes every quarter hour, drank our share of sparkling water, went to Camden Market, rode a longboat on Regent's Canal, walked across Waterloo and Westminster Bridges. After all that, the highlight of the trip (for me) was meeting![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
janeylou, who I've known online for almost ten years. Together the two of us went to Leicester Square and Covent Garden, wandered around for an evening, had dinner together.
At the theater we saw Wicked and The Lion King. Both were wonderfully fun, although I thought Wicked was the better of the two (sorry, Sir Elton). If I hadn't known the story behind Lion King, I might not have been able to follow it, it was just that disjointed. Maybe it was the production we saw. The puppets and costumes were certainly amazing, though.
Our home base was the County Hall building, just across the street from Parliament at the Westminster Bridge. At night, there was always a gentleman playing bagpipes on the bridge and from outside on our balcony, we had a beautiful view of the Thames and the clock tower. I was asked on our first day if I'm Irish or how Irish-American I am, which amused me (and my Russian ancestors, I'm sure) no end. It was hot (in the 80s) and humid the whole time we were there, save for one morning of showers that dissipated by about 9am. I don't think I slept through the night once.
The flight home was long (and delayed on both ends by thunderstorms, first over Scotland and then over Denver) but we finally made it home. Tired, bedraggled, awake for 27 or 28 hours straight, but safe and sound.
Pictures will be forthcoming. Right now I'm waiting on a few from my darling husband, then I'll put an album together to share.
So I tell you unapologetically that we were tourists while we were there. In no particular order, we visited the Tower of London, rode boats up and down the Thames, took a night tour on one of those double-decker buses, went to the theater, climbed to the top of St. Paul's Cathedral, watched World Cup football, visited Greenwich, saw Bath and Stonehenge, took a falconry course in Kent given by a CBBC tv star, went to the Imperial War Museum, drove past Buckingham Palace and Hyde Park a bunch of times, walked the South Bank walkway, did not pay to ride the London Eye but watched it from the balcony of our hotel, listened to Big Ben and the Westminster Chimes every quarter hour, drank our share of sparkling water, went to Camden Market, rode a longboat on Regent's Canal, walked across Waterloo and Westminster Bridges. After all that, the highlight of the trip (for me) was meeting
janeylou, who I've known online for almost ten years. Together the two of us went to Leicester Square and Covent Garden, wandered around for an evening, had dinner together. At the theater we saw Wicked and The Lion King. Both were wonderfully fun, although I thought Wicked was the better of the two (sorry, Sir Elton). If I hadn't known the story behind Lion King, I might not have been able to follow it, it was just that disjointed. Maybe it was the production we saw. The puppets and costumes were certainly amazing, though.
Our home base was the County Hall building, just across the street from Parliament at the Westminster Bridge. At night, there was always a gentleman playing bagpipes on the bridge and from outside on our balcony, we had a beautiful view of the Thames and the clock tower. I was asked on our first day if I'm Irish or how Irish-American I am, which amused me (and my Russian ancestors, I'm sure) no end. It was hot (in the 80s) and humid the whole time we were there, save for one morning of showers that dissipated by about 9am. I don't think I slept through the night once.
The flight home was long (and delayed on both ends by thunderstorms, first over Scotland and then over Denver) but we finally made it home. Tired, bedraggled, awake for 27 or 28 hours straight, but safe and sound.
Pictures will be forthcoming. Right now I'm waiting on a few from my darling husband, then I'll put an album together to share.