London, Day 4

Woke up, ate, Kriszta drank a coffee at King's Cross, then we went to the Westminster Abbey. My feet now hurt really bad and started it the first thing in the morning. The not so fun side of being fat, I guess. The muscles are one thing, feet are something else.
Alas! We went there, looked around, had fun. I was, and still am usually interested in arches, ornaments... anything over 2-4 meters, meaning that I'm not really that much of a fun of the paintings. Not everyone can be a Rembrandt or Michelangelo. And I feel sorry about that.

Anyway. After Westminster, we made a little detuor, looking for a toilet. We found a little canteen, and Rosa even bought a coffee, just to be fair. I feel a little guilty, but I would have left without buying anything at all. I'm so very mean.

Then we actually went to the Tower. I loved the ravens, and I felt so very sorry for them. These idiots should be charged with animal cruelty, and I mean that. We saw the jewels, the crowns and the false diamonds. My feet really did hurt then, so while Kriszta raided the jewel shop, I found myself a quiet bench and I was happy to note that I could rest my feet on in without actually dirtying it. So I did just that - piled my very effeminate docs on the bench and was ecstatic while it lasted.
Then we went on. Actually, it happened between the crowns and the toilets, and way before the jewels. But we saw them too. In the toilets we were hysterically laughing our asses off at the year of the loo awards we encountered stickied to the walls. We even took photos. It's completely logical: Hungarian tourists come and photograph themselves standing besides the year of the loo awards in the toilet od the Tower. What a hoot!
After the jewels, we went to the medieval gift shop, and both fell in love with the dragon pens. So we bought each, and managed not to kill the little kiddies who ran around with sugar rush on them, and who piled up at the cashier, each of them waving a playsword. Second time I was glad I didn't have a gun on me.

After we finished, we encountered a Hungarian couple, and after taking a photo of them, we went off to meet with Pete. We met him in front of Saint Paul's. But seen as we were famished, he brought us to the Japanese restaurant he worked in, got us some food and we were happily munching away in a few minutes. The food was great, by the way.
Then we went off to see Sain paul, and after seeing the interior and the entrance fee, we went to visit a little, unknown church instead. It was modern, but very pretty. The paintings were done by a guy who wanted to join the freemasons repeatedly... Never mind about that.
Then we went to Trafalgar square, then to a posh ice-cream store. I got off easy, eating one scoop of vanilla ice-cream dunked into a delicious espresso. Yum!

Then off we went in search for some gift chocolate. Chinatown, Soho. We actually saw the gay bar where not so long ago 4 gay people were killed by a bomb. Oh wow. We found a Marks and Spencer, where we bought some stuff, and after that we got to a bus stop and parted with Pete, who wshed us a safe journey and told us he might come and see us in Hungary.

Then we went home, after a torturous bus ride, which was way slower than the tube, which is really saying something, and reached the hotel. Kriszta ate I tried to get some food in me (I didn't have an appetite, which was really strange), watched the tube for a bit, showered and...
Well, Kriszta fumbled with the blinds, because on her window it was kind of broken, but the moon was shining, so she tried her best to rollit down. So we went to sleep... and just when I was nearly asleep, our beloved "random ghost" pushed it up with a loud noise. I nearly got a heart attack then. We got our trick that night, as it was Oct. 31 then.
It took me a while to get to sleep, but I managed it.