London, Day 1

Woke up bloody early by a ringing phone thrust under my nose. Mark was calling me in the middle of the night, saying that he would liek to meet us. I said sure... after I understood what he was saying.
Managed to get dressed, get packed and got to the airport on time. Had to take off my boots - just as I expected. Then we went in, and not long after were allowed on the plane and departed. The food was edible, the plane not dark enough and I didn't manage to get enough sleep.
Over all, I think I was acting better than one who had slept around 3 hours.

Then we took a train (the airport was big, and it would have been easier if we didn't have to walk all over the place... I started hating the Brits again then) after we finally managed to get out of the airport, and then bought tickets.
The underground is a mess. You may need to walk more than you actually have to travel to find your bloody tube line, but yes, they have tube stations everywhere. But no escalators. And the people were so bloody rude, I really couldn't have guessed that we were in a civilized country. If this is what people call civilization, I'll stay an uncivilized Hungarian, who does not knock people over when they are in the way, and says sorry if she actually does bump into people.

So. The hotel people said we had to put our stuff into a room reserved for bags, and wait untill we can check in. After some shimmying, we managed to do just that.
Then we went to a Burger King (yuck yuck yuck) and ate something which tasted a bit better than in Hungary. Still yuck. Then met up with: Mark, Sam, Satrio, Kevin and... uh... Brass? Didn't catch his real name... and he wasn't very sociable. Just the way I imagined Brits. Keep your distance, keep your cool, act all polite and don't care the slightest. Yep. Just like that.

Then we went to Covent Garden. First stop: Body Shop. Yay. Bought some stuff, then went out and saw people making fools out of themselves. Never really liked those anyway. Went to a market, then made a complete 180, and went the other way to eat.
Wasn't hungry, so I listened to the guys instead. I took out my money and organized it, and they actually looked away when I put my money back (the little pouch hanging from my neck, directly into my cleavage) as asked them to! I think only Brits would do that. I laughed my ass off. Inside, of course.

Then... we... uh... went to the British museum, walked around, until we got tired and decided to go and check in to the hotel.

We saw the third person at the front desk that day. It was a middle aged guy with droopy eyes who (I'm not kidding!) searched for Kriszta's name for half an hour. After she showed her the proper way of writing it down. And again I was so very glad I can't wear or use a gun, or I would have shot him point blank there and then. And then we got our key.
Which was a hoot, because there was no lift and our room was on the 4th floor. My arms still hurt. My baggage was around 17 kg, so... it was fun. Full sarcasm here.
Then we realized, that the so-called bathroom we were so adamnant about was actually a little closet room, which housed the toilet and the shower. So, if you wanted to shower, you closed the lid of the toilet, stood beside it and let the shower roll. There was nothing dividing the two. Still, it was better than it looked. And it looked really bad.

Then we met up with the guys, (for the record we were late) and went to eat. "Just over the corner" aquired a new meaning, when we were still walking after half an hour and actually didn't manage to find the restaurant. Still, Moo is a darling, so I won't talk badly of him. But at that time I was so tired I considered fleeing as soon as I found a tube station.
We found an arabic restaurant first, so they were lucky, and I didn't kill them either. I was nice, see? We ate, we drank no alcohol, we talked.
Then we went back to the hotel, tried out the shower, and slept.