Today was a day of frustration. It started late, because Sam wanted to see the Doctor Who visitor center thingy, and Watermelon and Poodle could not be bothered. We were told they were "heading out early" so Poodle and I snoozed until 11:00. We discovered that they set out at 9:30, which was not actually early, so Poodle was in a foul mood, because she "wasted a whole morning." Eventually, we all met up at the Hard Rock Café in Hyde Park, where we experienced our first meltdowns of the trip. They were minor, and driven largely by exhaustion and over as quickly as they started. It turns out Mom and Sam took 3 trains and a bus to the Doctor Who shop, only to discover it was not open on Sundays. Oops. This is what happens when you have to live in a world with no internet.
After the Hard Rock, we made our way back downtown, and tried to get into the London Dungeon. Unfortunately, it was closed earlier than the website said it would be, so we wandered around for a full hour trying to find the doors, and gave up when we realized it was closed.
We headed home, and went to the O2 area to eat a dinner of Tapas, which was totally decent. Our poor waiter was the only one working the floor, and it was super busy, when a pair of ladies got super mad and said they weren't paying for their meals. Security was called, it was a whole big thing. Our waiter was wonderful, and we tipped him extra and told him what a great job he was doing. We made it home by 9:30, so that we could get to bed early. Tomorrow, we would be leaving for Paris. We had to leave the house at 4:30 in order to catch the busses we needed to meet the Eurostar. Unfortunately, the trains in London are DEFINITELY not 24 hours.
After the Hard Rock, we made our way back downtown, and tried to get into the London Dungeon. Unfortunately, it was closed earlier than the website said it would be, so we wandered around for a full hour trying to find the doors, and gave up when we realized it was closed.
We headed home, and went to the O2 area to eat a dinner of Tapas, which was totally decent. Our poor waiter was the only one working the floor, and it was super busy, when a pair of ladies got super mad and said they weren't paying for their meals. Security was called, it was a whole big thing. Our waiter was wonderful, and we tipped him extra and told him what a great job he was doing. We made it home by 9:30, so that we could get to bed early. Tomorrow, we would be leaving for Paris. We had to leave the house at 4:30 in order to catch the busses we needed to meet the Eurostar. Unfortunately, the trains in London are DEFINITELY not 24 hours.
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