I have been in
London for a week now, busy working… at least most of the time. I got off the train at the
Victoria station yesterday evening and decided to do something touristey. I started on Victoria street and walked towards the
Westminster Abbey, then to the Palace of Westminster, took some picture of
Big Ben, turned to the road where I could see the
London Eye more clearly, took some pictures of it, then walked towards the Movieum, saw the notice that advertised a flight on the London Eye and thought, What the heck, let me do something cheesy touristey. I went in, got a ticket for the flight (still wondering why they call it a flight) and went up 135 metres above London. Granted, a night was not the best of times to do it, but if I didn’t do it then I had a feeling I would think too much about it and then not do it. Spur of the moment, you know. It was nice to be up the, mostly that is. There was a snogging
French pair, a young and happy-looking American couple, an American lady, and me. I realised that being up 135 metres made me incredibly vulnerable…. what did I think?
When I got off I walked towards the Charing Cross station, and then crossed over to Trafalger square. I made a mental note to visit the National Gallery sometime later. At that point my friend called me to come over to Russel Square. I decided to walk it. I turned up from Trafalgar square towards Charring Cross Road, to Tottenham Court Road, and then I crossed to New Oxford Street. From there to the British Museum. Russel Square was not so far from the museum.
Some pictures are below, before someone says I am boring.
Big Ben at a little past 6 in the evening
Still Ben
In all its nightly glory
The London Eye
From up the eye
Higher up
Even higher up
A bit of the capsule that took us up
