Welcome back. If you’re reading this, that means you liked what you read the first time and want to continue the journey with me. Well, let me tell you, day two was just as rough. We were still jetlagged and so we didn’t want to get up however, the alarm wanted you to get up. It was early in the morning, and we were warm and comfy in our beds, when out of nowhere, a rooster was heard. I shot up out of bed thinking someone was in our room ready to murder us, when really all it was was the alarm Michelle set on her phone. After that, I was wide awake. And all Michelle did was roll over, turn the alarm off and fall asleep. My twin, Morghan, and I don’t like being late and breakfast was approaching, so Morghan takes a pillow and whips it across the room and it hits Michelle just as she is starting to get up. The pillow connects with its target and Michelle falls onto the floor. That was the first funny thing that happened that morning. The next best thing happened soon after.
Michelle was curling her hair and we were going to straighten our hair right after her. However, that didn’t happen, but before we get to that you should know something about the hotel rooms in England. The key that you use to get into the room also turns your power on. You’re supposed to put the key in a slot by the door and it gives your electricity life, but if you don’t have the key, you don’t have power. Well, Michelle finished her hair and unplugged the curling iron from the wall adaptor and our power goes out. The key was in the slot so we should have it, right? But, no, Michelle blew the power out for the entire room. And seeing how we were in a foreign country we didn’t know what to do. I mean how do you get power back into your room without it being a huge problem? We went down to the front desk to let them know that there wasn’t any power and of course, they didn’t understand what we were saying. In America, we say our numbers either two-hundred and three or two “o” three, but over there you need to say two zero three. If you don’t, then they won’t understand you. Once that obstacle was crossed, we were able to start our day.
This is going to be another boring blog. Still jetlagged, we had to endure a bus tour of London. Now you should never put kids with very little sleep on a bus where they will be told historical facts about the town. Chances are they will fall asleep. The motion of the bus tends to be soothing and it relaxes the kids until they are snoozing. Well, that is what happened to majority of us. We picked up our tour guide, Nigel, and our bus driver had to maneuver the winding streets of London.
I couldn’t tell you what I learned that day. Everything was a blur. But I remember seeing Big Ben, Tower Bridge, the twisty bridge that was in Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, Buckingham Palace, and the changing of the guard. It was all really neat and I recommend you to go but this day was a bus day. We got off the bus to take pictures and got back on the bus for another ten minutes, then got off the bus and then back on. The only thing to entertain us was Nigel’s “Ladies and Gents” after everything he said. And we didn’t get to see much of the city. Almost everything we saw was a repeat of the day before.
Later that night, we went to a pub to have our meal. I don’t even remember what the meal consisted of or if I even enjoyed it. All I knew was that the desert was delicious. After the meal, we were lucky enough to see Wicked perform at the Apollo Theatre. And that was amazing, but I’m always a sucker for musicals.
By the time we left, it was probably around midnight and you would think that the tube would be dead, but no, it was the busiest that I’ve seen in the two days that we were there. And riding that made me want to just curl up in a ball and sleep right in the middle of the car.
Once we got back to the hotel, you would assume that we would get ready for bed and fall asleep the minute our heads hit the pillow. But again, you are wrong. We decide to talk about random things for a long time, and eventually we do fall asleep. This concludes day two of my adventure and it was a tiring one. The next day gets a little bit better as we start to travel outside the city and get into the country.
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