Not much to say about Monday… It was a beautiful day all day long (we’ve come to learn that’s a rare thing in England). It was a bit of a lazy morning, so we took the tube to Westminster Station where we came up right beneath the massive clock tower at the Houses of Parliament. We spent a few minutes on Westminster Bridge taking photos and realized that the clock was about to strike 12 noon, and we would hear Big Ben’s chimes! A tried to capture it with our old digital camera that has a rudimentary video recording function. I think he got to record the bonging chime to note the hour.
We walked along the river Thames , under the London Eye, past Jubilee Gardens and The Queen’s Walk, amid a veritable carnival of human statues, musicians, singers, performance artists and some who were just plain weirdos!
We had an appointed time to meet to board with our group on the Thames River cruise, which was a pleasant, though brief, look at the history and architecture of London.
Afterward we went for a “flight” on the London Eye, a huge Ferris Wheel with 32 enclosed, transparent capsules. It’s one trip around as a capsule is unloaded, swept for explosives(!), and reloaded, all without stopping the wheel. It makes for about a 30-minute ride with spectacular views of London!
After the London Eye, we had a little time to kill before dinner, and all the kids in the group, including A, were itching to do the Star Wars attractioon, a bungee-trampoline thing that, well... it looked damn fun! A hopped on and had quite a blast!
Next on the agenda was dinner at Belgo Centraal, a Belgian Trappist Monastery themed restaurant, with the staff running around in monks' robes. The highlight of the evening was when A was castrated!The food was excellent and the beer exotic, and by the end everyone was full, tired and ready to get to bed. It was another day of not much planned, but those plans taking the whole dang day!
The Pelham Hotel
2 comments:
Now, there's a whole post in the castration story, surely?
YEESH! The mere facetious mention of castration sure generates a ripple! I copied the text of the post as an e-mail to family, and my father-in-law (A's grandfather) wrote back with a bunch of questions like, "Did they use anaesthetic?" "Were spectators allowed?" "Who performed the procedure? ...etc. I wrote him back and told him not to worry, that his only grandson was still completely intact.
He wrote back and asked, "Then why did you say that?"
People don't think I'm SERIOUS, do they? Do you?
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