magic_fella
Rule Britannia
People who sit in economy class and immediately put their seats back as far as possible annoy me...especially when I am behind them.
And people who bring little kids onto 11 hour red eye flights and THEN rock their seats back should be collected and then put on an island somewhere.
This picture is me at the end of the epic flight from Cape Town to London.
Okay. It's not me...exactly. It's part of a much bigger statue outside Buckingham Palace. (We are staying just a few minutes away from there.)
What a contrast!
Cape Town was shorts during the day and nothing but skin at night because it was SO hot.
London is quite a bit colder (although not by Canadian standards) and we arrived here very early in the morning and have been kicking around ever since.
We're in a hotel with internet access...so you can expect to hear a LOT from Sheree.
Looking forward to poking around this great city.
We booked theater tickets for the next three nights. (Sheree promptly announced she wants to see a "play EVERY night" and so...okay.) We're going to Billy Elliot, Oliver and a hot new West End play called War Horse.
I have already noticed, however, that Brits continue to have no idea how to live through cold weather. They put on sweaters instead of turning up the heat.
Our room wasn't warming up fast enough for Princess Sheree...so I watched her turn the hair dryer onto her bug bitten, goose fleshed body. (There are times when it could be dangerous to laugh out loud...but you have to anyway.)
We stopped for fish and chips and the restaurant was nearly as cold as it was outside. They were all in sweaters...not us.The walls DID reduce the wind, though. But the food was good.
Yeah, yeah...I hear it already: the reminder that North Americans suck up 40 percent of the world's energy resources with less than 7 percent of the population.
So?
Rule Britannia
People who sit in economy class and immediately put their seats back as far as possible annoy me...especially when I am behind them.
And people who bring little kids onto 11 hour red eye flights and THEN rock their seats back should be collected and then put on an island somewhere.
This picture is me at the end of the epic flight from Cape Town to London.
Okay. It's not me...exactly. It's part of a much bigger statue outside Buckingham Palace. (We are staying just a few minutes away from there.)
What a contrast!
Cape Town was shorts during the day and nothing but skin at night because it was SO hot.
London is quite a bit colder (although not by Canadian standards) and we arrived here very early in the morning and have been kicking around ever since.
We're in a hotel with internet access...so you can expect to hear a LOT from Sheree.
Looking forward to poking around this great city.
We booked theater tickets for the next three nights. (Sheree promptly announced she wants to see a "play EVERY night" and so...okay.) We're going to Billy Elliot, Oliver and a hot new West End play called War Horse.
I have already noticed, however, that Brits continue to have no idea how to live through cold weather. They put on sweaters instead of turning up the heat.
Our room wasn't warming up fast enough for Princess Sheree...so I watched her turn the hair dryer onto her bug bitten, goose fleshed body. (There are times when it could be dangerous to laugh out loud...but you have to anyway.)
We stopped for fish and chips and the restaurant was nearly as cold as it was outside. They were all in sweaters...not us.The walls DID reduce the wind, though. But the food was good.
Yeah, yeah...I hear it already: the reminder that North Americans suck up 40 percent of the world's energy resources with less than 7 percent of the population.
So?