Yearly Archives: 2015

I woke up shortly after noon, with the kind of headache that could only mean spending another long night with our guest from the Highlands, Johnnie Walker... The pub was already packed, and a crowd roared on occasion - it must have been the football. Flipping through the channels on TV, I found the matching match, England and Ireland playing Six Nations rugby. No one would be singing "Jerusalem" after this one, so we skipped the pub and headed out at halftime. On our last full day in London, we decided to go looking for more culture, starting at the…

And right from the start, London meant business. If business means separating tourists (and locals, I'm sure) from their money as expediently as possible. Just to leave the airport (Luton, since we took a cheap flight) cost £52 for a train to our hostel in Tulse Hill. And despite that, we had to wonder the whole time if we were on the wrong train, there was almost no directional signage anywhere to be found, and even the locals didn't seem to know where exactly Tulse Hill was, or if this train was in fact going there. When the train finally…