This must have counted as leg day at the gym. I tell ya, I walked at least 25,000 steps. Then the next day at the airport was arms day. But I'll get there in a second. We walked to the same tourist sites as the other day because I hadn't been with all of my friends then, and they didn't get to see the London Eye or Big Ben or the Buckingham Palace. As we walked near the ferris wheel, I saw that something I had written in chalk was still there!
At one point in the day we were baffled to see the roads shut down due to 25,000 bikers passing on through the city. They road 100 miles. I repeat, 100 miles. Unreal. And they stopped at the palace, which is just so cute.
And that reminds me of how much I complain when there aren't even moving walkways at an airport. If these people can bike 100 miles, I can walk 10 more feet to my gate. Enough said. I'm signing up for the Tour de France.
It was so hot in London. My friends and I weren't complaining because we've been in rainy Ireland and cold Liverpool for 4 weeks, but it did get to the point where we had to sit and rest. And then my friend Nick decided to bring up an interesting point. What would it be like to be a pigeon? Would you hang out with the ones that looked like you, or the ones that were better at getting food, or even the ones that pooped slightly less? Let's just say it was a long day.
And as if we didn't find enough landmarks on this trip, me and Melanie found the Colosseum, Arc de Triumph, and even the Great Wall of China. All in England. I sincerely apologize to my geography teacher. I got a five on AP Geography, but never understood why.
So our last day was spent in London, which was fab. But then we had to pack. I hate nothing more than packing. Nothing. Except when lactose defies my trust.
More about the fantastic experience I had at the airport in the next post. All sarcasm intended.
peace.love.meep
-amyjoy
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