Who Ate My Train?

There was at least one positive to our bonus days in London: sunshine! Something not often seen in a British winter, and which we had yet to come across in four days in the city of fog. We tried to set off on another day of sightseeing, finally smart enough to take the train instead of bothering with the bus anymore, just to find that the trains weren't stopping. Two of them blasted through the station at full speed, failing to make the Tulse Hill stop, with announcements counting down the minutes then apologizing for the cancellation of the train…

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I Can’t Even

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…

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I’ve Seen the Flag on the Marble Arch

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…

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