On to London on the train, via Edinburgh. Pat and Jeff had very generously bought us all first class bookings, so we had tea, coffee, and nice roomy seats on our way. Poor Jeff took one for the team and got the odd seat one grouping over. With a family. With a toddler.
See the couple seated across from us? They killed a whole bottle of wine and a few other drinks on the train from Edinburgh to London. Like a boss.
When we got to London, we took a cab to the hotel. It was a cozy ride.
We noticed as we neared the hotel, that there were an AWFUL lot of people around. Apparently it was a double doozy of a holiday weekend and London hosting the finals in one of the soccer leagues. So there are soccer hooligans and holidayers spending the weekend in the city. It was really kind of cool to hear them singing and chanting for their teams and see everyone on their colors.
Anyways, the hotel. It's the Citadines Trafalgar Square and it is pretty cool. Makes very good use of a small space so it feels large and has clean finishes. It even has a little kitchenette.
First thing I did? Laundry. Boo. Brian was out of clean underwear. But he helped squeeze it all out, so it was really a team effort.
After we had a few minutes to freshen up, we met up with the rest downstairs and went in search of a pub that wouldn't be overrun with soccer fans. We found this:
It was actually fairly big inside, and it didn't have TVs, so when the game started the soccer people cleared out. We had a couple drinks and dinner.
We also saw a guy with a bra on that had money sticking out. He was with a whole group of people that were dressed up as Monopoly characters, so Pat and I decided to contribute a couple American dollars to his fund. Turns out it was his birthday.
So after that we walked over to Trafalgar Square. The panorama below really doesn't do it justice.
And then it was back to the hotel. Super tired. Tomorrow is a bus tour in the morning and then a free afternoon!
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