OK... The story of London is as follows. My Wizzair flight to London was late. But I didn't care- once you're on vacation this things happen right. Than we had to wait in fully boarded plane because of bad weather at Luton. Than the passport control queue at Luton was stretching virtually from arrival gates. But well- I was on vacation right? Than the bus to London was full so I had to wait for the next one. And than the bus driver was Sikh with thick accent, and I wasn't quite used even to English accent at that stage, so when he shouted something similar to (Bewly stree) I said to myself- "No, that can't be it", so when bus went from the station and I saw a picture of Sherlock Holmes on one of the buildings it was already to late. Anyway- to shorten the story I was at hostel at 11 pm, but still happy to have a weekend off.
The following two days were much better. On saturday I met with my friends Nat and Dan, the Slovene-Canadian/English couple who are going to be married next October. Haven't seen them in 4 years, so I was really glad to meet them. Little did I know that we'd see each other in less than a week again (but that is a story of previous post). Anyway. We did a boat trip on Thames, and the best pub crawl ever.
Getting home after hard night out
Next day I went to do some sightseeing. I probably don't have to mention I was a bit dehidrated and all, right? ;-) Did some normal touristy stuff + went to few bookshops.
Next day I went to do some sightseeing. I probably don't have to mention I was a bit dehidrated and all, right? ;-) Did some normal touristy stuff + went to few bookshops.
Monday was day to go home, so I only did a bit of shopping, and loads of travelling. My best experience of this prolonged weekend has to be meeting Natalija and Daniel and just not doing anything remotely useful. You know- just let your brains go, and enjoy yourself. It worked...
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