London Calling PT. V: Hyde Your Love Away

With full bellies we take leave of The White Hart and make our way to the Underground.

Can't not sing ABBA. Didn't even fight it.

"I'm having a good time, I swear it!"

Subways are awesome. Maybe it is the lack of one in my daily life that makes me appreciate them, or the ease with which anyone can figure out how to get wherever, but hurtling through the earth in a tube kind of rocks.

And then you emerge:

Looks a lot like sky but whatever.

London Calling Pt. IV: Interlude (For Food)

One of the greatest discoveries I made about London, and England as a whole, there will always be somewhere within collapsing distance for you to grab a pint and some good food. And by good food, I mean the same service as if you were to drop into a friends house and they asked you what you wanted to eat and they made it and it was gooood.

We wandered a bit, peeking around corners and alleyways. Josh may have had something in mind he was looking for, but best laid plans had other good intentions.

It would have been cool if it was actually a Discotheque AND Fish and Chips place.

"There's got to be someplace around here!"

Finally we saunter in to The White Hart. My first true British pub experience.

"Remember, put all drinks on either table 6 or 8."

CHEERS!

Ahhh, sitting down and getting a pint, with food on the way, is such a great feeling after an already overwhelming (in a good way) first day. Afternoon, I should correct. This day is far from over!

The most beautiful vision

Eyes on your work Bray. We don't want another "Floor Goop" incident on our hands.

You did good, The White Hart, you did good.

London Calling Pt. III: Eye Spy

While it probably would have been neat to go for a ride on the thing, when your time is limited just getting high would seem like a bit of a waste of time. And lines. and money. but I'm sure it is a cool ride, I just enjoyed it from different angles.

Not featured: Giant Ferris Wheel

"I could climb it" face.