Our room mate had come in really late last night and this morning he was still asleep when we left. We walked to Buck Palace through Green Park, stopping on the way to get more gel plasters for my blistered and cut feet (I live in thongs usually). Saw changing of the Guard. Was good, but I think we decided to leave before it was actually finished. Sat at the pool/statue thingy opposite the palace for a while. Crystal clear, fresh, cool water.
Walked round the corner a bit to the Royal Mews. Had a recorded voice guide thingy to tell us what we were looking at. The Golden ceremonial coach is housed there when not in use. VERY impressive, I must say!
Back towards the entrance were some of the horses in their stalls.
Stopped at a tiny cafe/deli thing accross the road, I bought a roll, and bloody Kellie and Matt left me there! I had a beautiful, if angry, walk through St James' Park. Really pretty. Then looking at my map I realised that Number 10, the War Offices, and Horseguards Parade were just down to the right.
Stopped at Horseguards, WOW! Took photos of the sentries on duty.
Met Kellie and Matt at a little pub just off Trafalgar Sq. Sent some postcards and stuff from the Strand. Matt walked home and me and Kellie went back to Horseguards to take more photos. We were going to go in to the museum but didn't have time.
Walked through Trafalgar Sq, expecting to feed about four million pidgeons. We searched and searched and found THREE! And one of them was questionable cos it was awfully bedraggled . Couldn't believe it!!! Apparently they've discouraged the feeding of them cos they're vermin. Oh.
Walked back to backpackers and met our room-mate. Kellie got talking to some Aussie guys who said there was a special night at the local Walkabout pub in Leicester Square. One pound for a shot of vodka or Jacks. We all walked there, not far at all (NOT), and the qeue was massive, so we jumped it. Naughty!
Had to pay a fiver to get in, and the place was absolutely jam-packed!! Finally made it to the bar in the 70 degree heat, and struggled back out again with two double vodkas and orange. Had to skull them so I could go outside for a fag. Got talking to this guy Sean from Scotland/London who has a house in Queensland and goes there a lot. Turns out he's the manager of the place, and I stayed chatting to him for ages. Kellie and Matt went for chinese and back to the backpackers. I caught a tube back.
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