Well, tally ho!
I'm back from the UK. I have left that foul bit of English weather (75 degrees and sunny) and returned to the glorious New York summer (60 degrees and raining heavily). *Sigh*
I had a (here it comes) fabulous time in London. I played it up as a touris to the hilt, even going so far as to join one of those atrociously crowded evening walking tours that are about as inconspicuous as a herd of elephants rampaging down Charring Cross Road.
Some quick observations/highlights (I'm too exhausted to post much):
1) The cost of a taxi from the airport is outrageous, and given that it is the only really practical method of transport for an ignorant tourist who doesn't know how the trains work, it's borderline extortion. And why don't cabs have air conditioning? Isn't this civilization? Sorry, civilisation?
2) Notting Hill is where I want to live when I'm retired, it's decided.
3) Gorgeous hotel room. Spectacular view. Helpful, friendly (and often cute!) staff. No air conditioning.
4) The Tube is well-lit and clean, but I didn't think it was such a great transportation system as I've been led to believe. It certainly is expensive, and the twisting lines are rather confusing, though that is the fault of London's sprawling layout more than anything else. That the tube closes at midnight seems inexplicable to me. And no air conditioning. Inhuman.
5) English food lived up to its stereotype, sadly. The best meals were had in Chinese, Italian and French restaurants. The single worst was in a pub. Yech!
6) The British Museum has cooler items than the Met, but the Met has a much better layout and presentation. Still, I spent a good 10 minutes just oggling the Rosetta Stone. The pilfered bits from the Parthenon were also cool, as was the moneyn exhibition.
7) Gay Brits are certainly a forward lot. The first night there I went to a popular gay bar in Soho (subtley called G-A-Y) and was accosted by a fellow who persistently asked me what I was doing later that night. Even after I explained I would be going back to my hotel, sleeping alone and awaiting the arrival of my boyfriend the next day, he kept hitting on me. Finally he asked me if I was going to let him lick me all over later. I'd had enough at this point and just walked away from him.
Fortunately, I chatted up an adorable Irish couple from Belfast, that were spending the weekend in London and were quite pleasant. This segways to...
8) Bars close at midnight. MIDNIGHT. What the hell is this about? Don't you know that we'd stay there until 3 AM, at least, paying for drinks?! Are you people mad?! Ah but it was not lost, as the owners of G-A-Y bar also own G-A-Y club, and they happened to be handing out flyers that allowed for free entry to the club plus a queue jump, as well as a free drink. Who could resist that?
Inside, 1000 hotties dancing away. No air conditioning. I think I've made my point.
9) While I didn't have tea with the Queen, I did have Saturday brunch with 12 queens!
10) The walking tour I took was the Jack the Ripper tour, and the guide was Donald Rumbelow, who has written several books and was a major consultant on "From Hell," even giving a personal tour to Johnny Depp. It was actually a pretty interesting tour.
Well, off to bed. I can't believe I must work tomorrow. Ugh...
Cheerio!
I'm back from the UK. I have left that foul bit of English weather (75 degrees and sunny) and returned to the glorious New York summer (60 degrees and raining heavily). *Sigh*
I had a (here it comes) fabulous time in London. I played it up as a touris to the hilt, even going so far as to join one of those atrociously crowded evening walking tours that are about as inconspicuous as a herd of elephants rampaging down Charring Cross Road.
Some quick observations/highlights (I'm too exhausted to post much):
1) The cost of a taxi from the airport is outrageous, and given that it is the only really practical method of transport for an ignorant tourist who doesn't know how the trains work, it's borderline extortion. And why don't cabs have air conditioning? Isn't this civilization? Sorry, civilisation?
2) Notting Hill is where I want to live when I'm retired, it's decided.
3) Gorgeous hotel room. Spectacular view. Helpful, friendly (and often cute!) staff. No air conditioning.
4) The Tube is well-lit and clean, but I didn't think it was such a great transportation system as I've been led to believe. It certainly is expensive, and the twisting lines are rather confusing, though that is the fault of London's sprawling layout more than anything else. That the tube closes at midnight seems inexplicable to me. And no air conditioning. Inhuman.
5) English food lived up to its stereotype, sadly. The best meals were had in Chinese, Italian and French restaurants. The single worst was in a pub. Yech!
6) The British Museum has cooler items than the Met, but the Met has a much better layout and presentation. Still, I spent a good 10 minutes just oggling the Rosetta Stone. The pilfered bits from the Parthenon were also cool, as was the moneyn exhibition.
7) Gay Brits are certainly a forward lot. The first night there I went to a popular gay bar in Soho (subtley called G-A-Y) and was accosted by a fellow who persistently asked me what I was doing later that night. Even after I explained I would be going back to my hotel, sleeping alone and awaiting the arrival of my boyfriend the next day, he kept hitting on me. Finally he asked me if I was going to let him lick me all over later. I'd had enough at this point and just walked away from him.
Fortunately, I chatted up an adorable Irish couple from Belfast, that were spending the weekend in London and were quite pleasant. This segways to...
8) Bars close at midnight. MIDNIGHT. What the hell is this about? Don't you know that we'd stay there until 3 AM, at least, paying for drinks?! Are you people mad?! Ah but it was not lost, as the owners of G-A-Y bar also own G-A-Y club, and they happened to be handing out flyers that allowed for free entry to the club plus a queue jump, as well as a free drink. Who could resist that?
Inside, 1000 hotties dancing away. No air conditioning. I think I've made my point.
9) While I didn't have tea with the Queen, I did have Saturday brunch with 12 queens!
10) The walking tour I took was the Jack the Ripper tour, and the guide was Donald Rumbelow, who has written several books and was a major consultant on "From Hell," even giving a personal tour to Johnny Depp. It was actually a pretty interesting tour.
Well, off to bed. I can't believe I must work tomorrow. Ugh...
Cheerio!
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