After about 24 hours of traveling, we arrived in London, but not without the normal "oh dear God" kind of travel moments...
As we (Beth ad I) tried to board our last flight from Philly to London, an older, disgruntled man at the counter took a look at our passports, sighed, and in a monotone slightly rude voice told us we were not allowed to board because we did not have the proper proof of leaving the country. WHAT!?! Cue scramble mode, Beth and I tried to pull up our etickets proving we were leaving the UK, but to no avail... after talking to a much more helpful women at the main ticket counter, we were relieved to find that due to our visas, we were fine to get on the plane. We walked through the terminal, with me cursing the first ticket agent and Beth thanking God, and said goodbye to the United States for the last time.
We arrived in London and dragged and pulled (more cursing on my part) our VERY heavy luggage through the tube to London Victoria where we walked (yes walked) the rest of the way to our hotel, Morgan House, which is a nice little hotel nestled in the heart of London. We spent our first day walking around, experiencing Harrods, and getting caught in a rainstorm. At one point, we both nearly died as we cross the street, Beth yells, "Oh look, Starbucks!", naturally we became slightly intrigued, and a car starts backing into us. A worthy death if you ask me, but we did manage to dodge the car at the last minute. Walked a good half hour in a down pour (our own faults, as we had decided against purchasing an umbrella) and got turned around a few times. A cop even had the audacity to say to us, "You look more miserable than I." We arrived back at our hotel, soaked, deliriously tired, and more than ready to curl up and sleep for the next....(prepare yourself)... 14 hours.
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