Another exhausting but gorgeous day in London!
Since I’m tired again, I will write a post similar to the one from yesterday.
1) Took a black taxi to the tour bus pickup. We had to be there for 7:45 am.
2) Rode the tour bus to Windsor Castle. The Queen was in, but if course we didn’t get to meet her. All of the exhibits we saw did not allow any photography inside, but believe me that Windsor is worth a visit. I’ve never been in a more grand place.
2a) We had a disgusting lunch on the bus. The sandwich was wheat bread, something like flavorless BBQ sauce with tiny onions, cheese, and cucumber. Served with water, raisins, and cookies. They might as well just given us the cardboard box it came in and told us to eat it.
Also, by chips, I mean potato crisps, for all the British people who may be reading this.
3) Rode the bus to Stonehenge. I wish we had more time there, but I enjoyed the 90 minutes or so.
4) Rode the tour bus to Bath. What a lovely, English city.
5) Rode the tour bus to Lacock, another lovely, English city.
6) Arrived back in central London at approximately 8:00 pm and ate at a terrible restaurant called Taste of China. It was the worst food and service I’ve experienced here in London. BLAND and uninspired good and an absent minded waitress.
One of the highlights of the trip was when a group of 5 people were 20 minures late getting back to the bus after one of the stops.
The tour director, Pete, directed us to clap for them as they entered because they had finally made it.
Although that would have been a cheeky and passive aggressive way to acknowledge their tardiness, I decided to be a full on American asshole. So when the men entered the bus, having walked a full minute ahead if the women and children, I BOOED. And got damn I BOOED loudly and with eyes on them and drew a second breath to continue my booing.
I should be ashamed at the pleasure that gave me, but I am not and to hell with tbem. Let’s just say that the rest of the tour was timely and I’m still unashamed of my booing. I think I did a great service to the rest of the bus.
The tour guide must have agreed because be gave me a fist bump at the end of my booing.
Needless to say, I didn’t make any friends today.
Until tomorrow, my (maybe?) Friends…