<A problem with wifi connections or the journalling software means photos don’t load that successfully at the moment, and John couldn’t be bothered working out why>
It was an early start as we had to finalise our packing, before having breakfast and jumping on the bus to London.
The coach was pretty comfortable and it was nice and relaxing on the bus.
The coach caught the ferry across the channel. At one stage it looked like we would miss one of the ferries and be delayed by an hour.
That was because there were 3 Aussies and a Kiwi on the bus and we had to go through customs. We were given the ‘64 questions’, and it took us a while to get through. Not sure why. Maybe jealousy that we live in such a great country. who knows.
Anyway, the ferry was a floating palace. We even got to see the white cliffs of dover.
The coach dropped us off at an Underground station on the northern side of London. We needed to get to the southern side.
A nice little bit of drama , involving closed stations, London’s hottest day, and trying to negotiate the underground with 2 bikes and 3 large bags.
So we turned up at our friend’s flat in Clapham. They were away on holidays, but their new flatmates had just moved in the day before. That was good, as it meant the hous was open and getting a good breeze. The day was still oppressively hot. Never thought we’d hear ourselves saying that about London. The amusing thing was watching people in the parks. They were doing what we would do on the beach, but never in a park, including sunbaking in bikinis or DTs. When in Rome...
We spent some time finding out about ‘our new flatmates’, and went out for dinner for Thai. We had not had Thai since we had left Australia, so we were looking forward to it.
It was nice, although the green curry was probably the worst green curry we have ever had. And that includes all the ones that John has ever attempted.
We crashed and burned that night after a long day.
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