Bye bye London

You know it was a slow day when I post twice. We are switching to evening posts because it will probably be the only time we will have for the rest of this tour. If you are reading this around 11:30 pm Eastern Time, think of us, we will be up and leaving London.

It has been two weeks here in the UK and frankly, it is time to move on.  Central London is so busy, we are learning that we have to remove our natural Canadian ways of letting people go ahead of us or stepping to one side to let them by. In popular and over packed tourist areas, this doesn't work. I actually had a younger girl come past me with her arm and elbow across her chest to push me away!  It didn't work, I didn't move and she stepped to the side.

We are also a little tired of trying to figure out how to cross streets over here, there are no stop signs anywhere and cars always come at us in so many different directions and unlike Canada, the cars have the right-of-way.

After watching the changing of the guards this morning just after the bus tour, I was on a mission and I found it, one of the very few establishments in the world where I was helped out due to too much drink.  No, it didn't happen today but about 15 years ago, on a Sunday when I was working over here. I could not take a picture back then for obvious reasons, so I had to get one today.

So today we went to Canada House, where the high commission is here in London.  They would not let us in, or anyone for that matter.  I told them, two Canadians and we cannot come in? Our goal here was to get another pin representing Canada. Barb lost hers and we wanted to replace it before heading to Europe. One man at the door told us to wait outside and he would check to see if they had any.  He came back empty handed and again, I was a bit ticked.  So I asked him for his, it was a pin with the Union Jack flag of England and a Canadian Flag, perfect for Barb since she was born here. It worked, he gave us his pin.

We have exchanged our British money for Euro's so we are all set for Europe.  And our final meal here in London.... what else, fish and chips, they were wonderful.

So favourite word from London, "tad". Remember when we were on the bus to Bournemouth and we were late.  When we finally arrived, the driver thanked us for riding with the company and sorry for being a tad late.  A TAD!!  2 1/2 hours is not a tad in my books, but what do I know.  So hopefully we will post again soon, but we might be a tad late next time.

So long London, until we return again one day.