heh. Who knew I could post from the hotel? Raise your hands...
So - trans-Atlantic travel sucks completely, and the time change always feels like it is killing me, but the next day is better. Indeed, today is much better.
What we found out:
- travel on the top deck of a double decker bus, even if it IS a tourist bus and fleecing us, is quite a nice way to see the city of London, but
- a boat trip on the Thames is a much better way, and in fact
- the boat trip is so much better than the bus that it is strongly advised to just get the hop-on hop-off ticket for the boat instead.
We went all the way to Greenwich, and patted the exterior of the enclosure where they are renovating the Cutty Sark (Alice calls her the Cutty Snark), then went on to the Naval Observatory where we sttod on either side of 0 degrees longitude, paid our respects to Mr Harrison's clocks (which have much better care and describing than 30 years ago says Al) and then splurged on cream scones and tea for the boat trip back.
We keep finding completely mediocre food for supper, but that is as much a limitation of what the kids can and will eat as it is our restaurant finding skills. We have navigated the Tube a couple times. I have more and more respect for the subways of NYC, and how clean and completely lovely all they all were. At least all the ones I saw. The London Tube is pretty ugly - more on par with Boston in many places, and I guess fairly contemporaneous.
I have to go to sleep again. Tomorrow we trek to Coniston Water and Lake Windermere to stay in the real life Holly Howe, only it is called Bank Ground Farm. Al drives, I navigate and shotgun. We'll conquer this side of the road yet...