It's official. I have a terrible relationship with sleep. Consistently, I've never been able to sleep well in a different bed I've never slept in. I'm always one of the first to go to bed, but the last to actually go to sleep. Why are you so vindictive to me?!??!?!?!
AND WIFI! I'M TRYING TO DO A BLOG! Stop being slow! The inn only have 30 free minutes to use you and you're cripplingly slow!
Sorry about that. I needed to release some angsty sleep-related feelings.
Moving on, I walked A LOT on Sunday! The majority of the group walked to a Starbucks to get coffee and breakfast, then we wandered to a giant Tesco I'd never seen before. After, we were given 3 1/2 hours to explore the Victoria & Albert Museum, my favorite museum in London. Once our time was up, we got to go about the city on our own. Everyone (sans me and another) went to go get food. Having already eat earlier, I took the tube and did some wandering. I went down Leake Street, the graffiti tunnel, with the intention of going to a vintage shop I went to last time, but it was closed sadly. Not wanting the trip to be a waste, I went to a nearby park and did some journal writing for awhile and then took the long way back to the inn, taking a route I never traveled before.
Outside the Victoria & Albert Museum
Waterloo Millenium Green (I sat under those trees to the right.
When I got back to the inn, the rest of the group was going to head out to Kings Cross for the obligatory Platform 9 3/4 photo. I helped guide them to the station and to the place where you can get your picture at the Platform 9 3/4 place. I was starving by then and ran off to grab a pastry and then sat on the floor eating my food like a homeless person waiting for them (I wonder if I'd get any coins if I laid down a a coin catcher?). They finished their photos before I was done with my food, so I burned my mouth stuffing hot pasty into it, and we were then off to Piccadilly Circus. I wanted to take them there because it was remeniscent of my first night in London. Nobody wanted to waste their time indoor, so we went out and went to Piccadilly Circus at night. The place looked similar to Times Square in New York. Last night, it wasn't dark enough to get the full effect but it was still cool. They went shopping at Great Britannica for souvenirs. One of the girls needed to get a picture of Baker Street for her grandfather, but everyone one else was tired and ready to relax back at the inn, so with me in the lead, the two of us navigated the tubes to Baker Street while the others went back.
The problem with Baker Street and it's Sherlock Holmes related places is that there are two spots on the map that say "Sherlock Holmes and only one of them is an actual Sherlock Holmes related thing. The original plan was to go to the Sherlock Holmes Museum (the ACTUAL Sherlock place), but I got the place wrong, exactly what happened last time I tried to go and see the Sherlock Holmes museum! Ugh, I was disappointed in myself I got the place wrong again (this time girls were watching, so I was super unimpressive), but she took a picture of the street signs and she said that was enough.
It's time for bed now. I have a solo journey to Stratford-upon-Avon tomorrow and an 8:00 train to catch. I'll try and send an update tomorrow, but again, the wifi sitch is bad with the 30 free minutes a day.
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