Two-for-one Cocktails are Evil ( No photos )
Yesterday, we had a reasonably slow one, starting out with taking two of the four(?) dogs, Molly and Tiggy, that are at our B&B out for a walk. Not really knowing where we were going, we ended up in a wood taking a nice stroll. Very different from Sydney.
Then, we jumped back on the British Rail System for a trip to knock off a few more tourist destinations. First Buckingham Place, where we saw the changing of the guard, although not the pompous silly hat variety. Then, we took our first double-decker red busses for a trip up to Madame Toussads (which we didn't go into), and the next-door London Planetarium. This was a little dissapointing, going more for the pretty flashing lights, designed to grab the tourist dollars, than presenting any useful scientific information. Perhaps I'm just a nerd, but they could have done a lot better.
Back on the bus, we went back through Oxford Street - enough to convince ourselves that we don't need to walk through there on foot. Way too many people. The bus deposited us at Trafalgar Square, where we saw people swimming in the fountains, and lots of pigeons thinking "didn't we get a good feed here before?" - feeding them is now illegal.
On to Charring Cross tube station, we caught the tube to Leicester Square, to meet up with Jade.
We had a great night out with her - she took us around Chinatown and Leicester Square, pointing out where to eat, where to drink, and where to stand if you want the contents of your pockets removed.
The night started out at "brb", a yuppy-style bar, which we were at because Thursday nights are two for the price of one cocktail nights. Let's just say Liz is a little slow this morning.
Then on to a little Malaysian restaurant, where the food was good if a little hot. We weren't sure if we could handle the concept of Seaweed Jelly desserts, so Jade showed us to Ben and Jerry's - an ice-cream shop in Leicester Square.
We parted ways with Jade and then made our way back to the B&B, with Liz not giving her drunkenness away too easily to passers-by, except for the gentle swaying motion, sleeping on my shoulder and occasional maniacal laughter.