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At last I'm a dab hand at navigating subways after having managed to find our way around and survive at least 4 other different countries subway systems, all of which were in another language, so the London Underground should be like a breeze.
We cook Jason some breakfast to say thankyou for putting us up then head out into the big bad world to do some sightseeing.
Our metro line intercepts with the centre of the city, but for now we’re heading a bit further out of town to the sight of the 2012 Olympic stadium. The station and surrounding shops have all been recently done up so the area is really nice looking, but no sign of the stadium. We wander around for a bit before asking someone who points us in the right direction. As we approach, we are really gutted to see it is entirely closed off and we can’t get anywhere near it. We ask one of the workies if there is a way of getting in, but he simply points us in the direction of John Lewis which apparently has a ‘viewing platform’ where you can see it from a
distance. Once inside, we’re extremely underwhelmed. You can hardly see anything apart from a couple of empty places were things obviously used to be. Oh well, at least they’ve cashed in on it by dedicating this whole side of the shop to tacky Olympic memorabilia. I can’t resist though, and end up buying Stephanie one of the Olympic mascot toys ‘Wedlock’. Not sure how a 2 year old will perceive a one eye Cyclops but we’ll see.
We head back into the city centre and begin the classic London tourist routine, stopping off at Buckingham Palace, Downing Street, the Houses of Parliament, London Bridge and Big Ben before finishing off at the London Eye. Although it’s quite expensive, it’s something that I’ve always really wanted to do, so Greg reluctanty goes up with me. The views to be fair are awesome and the sun has come out for us as we reach the top. After 15 mins in the pod, a woman next to us exclaims ‘oh look is that Big Ben?’. Wow, observant. Good luck trying to pin point any of the other attractions!
We’re quite knackered by the time we’ve finished
all our sightseeing so head back to Jason’s. As we get onto Campden Road, I am racially abused, yes racially abused, by a black woman who proceeds to hiss in my face and call me a black bastard, yes you heard correct! I'd have been offended if it made any sense at all but the last time I looked on the mirror I was white, and my tan isn't THAT good. We laugh it off and Greg winds her up by making her even more crazy and we make a swift exit before she catches up to us and who knows what could happen. Back at Jason’s, we cook some dinner for him and then whist an evening away watching old episodes of The Office whilst drinking cups of tea. It’s great to do something so normal after so many weeks of being on the road.
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