This past Thursday, I was able to spend ten glorious hours in good ol’ London town.
My last flight to India was direct, but this one had a layover in London. And I have to say, I give a big thumbs up to the whole layover business. Your flights are shorter, you get FOUR meals, and, if you’re lucky, a layover in an awesome place.
I had a similarly long layover in Amsterdam when I flew to South Africa in 2007, but we unfortunately didn’t venture out into the city. I didn’t make the same mistake this time, especially since I have never visited London, and have wanted to for, oh, I don’t know, forever.
I landed around 6:30 in the morning and immediately made my way into the city. I had already planned out my explorations and was actually able to see way more than I had originally expected. I found the tube to be easy and convenient, my photo taking skills subpar–and I was asked multiple times to take pictures for other tourists because I must look non-threateny–and my ability to navigate the city decent enough to suffice, amid the large groups of middle school tourists (who all seemed to be French for some reason) and the many, many bridges I crossed. The only pain of the day was my carry-on luggage, a backpack, which caused some unpleasant pain and angry thoughts as I made my way through the city. I don’t see how backpackers do it. I was ready to throw that thing in the Thames.