'Panic on the Streets of London'

Not really... Just lots and lots of walking.

On our first day we just decided to suss things out and check out how many things we had to do before we left. We chose to walk, which really isn't that bad. London is pretty damn small and the streets are relatively easy to navigate. We were so enchanted by all of the buildings and landmarks from documentaries and BBC productions being right in front of us that we strolled and strolled, barely noticing the many hours that had passed. By the time we were near that weird giant gherkin building when Courtney stopped and exclaimed 'Fuck!', we had gone from Gloucester Square in South Kensington all the way to Monument. Courtney said 'Fuck!' because her stupid sneakers had given her blisters (back to wearing boots!)

First day from Kensington to Monument, Second day from The Tower of London to Westminster. Eeek!

Benny Boy

THE GHERKIN!! I think it's very cool.

St Pauls and Millenium Bridge. Courtney was pretending she was in Harry Potter. Thankfully the bridge didn't fall down though.

On our second day we went to the tower of London to check out the crown jewels and and epic awesome giant ravens. It seems the Monarchy has got so paranoid that they've caged them all up so that it's impossible for them to leave. They also all seem to have gone slightly crazy, which we thought may have been a reflection of the Royal family... The crown jewels were actually amazing. They had the Koh-I-Noor and the Cullinan. Ridiculously large diamonds set into crowns and sceptres. We also decided that we'd rather like to live in a castle. Of course. We then walked all the way back to Westminster (on the opposite side of the Thames to last time. Courtney has come to the realisation that she is terrified of those creepy living statues. There are heaps of them dressed as Charlie Chaplin and Gorilla's. A chameleon too. Fucked if I know why...) We haven't been in Westminster or St Pauls yet. They're so expensive we're trying to bring ourselves to part with the £12ish entry fees.

Castle life.

Crazy Raven

OH! We met some squirrels too!!! One came out in front of us in Kensington and satisfied the tourist in us by picking up an acorn in it's mouth and scampering off. I'd forgotten they existed so spent the rest of the day pretty much staring into every tree we passed. We then went to Kensington Palace (basically a big, mean brick house) and found ourselves surrounded by them. A guy was there feeding them and calling them Charlie. Apparently squirrels are called Charlie... Every time a tourist spots one they squat down, put their hand out and start making a clicking noise at them. The squirrels just kind of stare like 'What the fuck mate? I'm not that stupid.' Little champs.

Charlie and Friend

Gettin' low

Plus, Tourists are gross. Courtney and I thought we were bad until we started doing proper touristy stuff. When we watched the changing of the guards, safe on top of a two and a half metre wall we scrambled up, the mounted police looked as if they were just about to lose their shit. I don't blame them. Their horses looked pretty chilled though...

Gross Crowds. There were even more people than this.

To top all of this off, the tall blonde Swedish boy in the bed above me decided to bring a gal home the other night and have loud, ten person dorm sex. I was busy being horrified, but Courtney tells me that there was a guy awake on his lap top and a couple of Spanish dudes talking to each other above her. I thought we'd experience some of this eventually, but not on our third night!! Oh, and she sounded less than satisfied.

Love,

Bron xoxox

P.S. We went to the globe yesterday and it was my favourite thing so far. Possibly ever. Brace yourselves for some ranty posting about that!