A little groggy: I have been up for over 48 hours haven’t eaten much.
We were able to figure out the metro tubes without any problems. After we got aboard our subway train, we realized that in stead of dropping our luggage at the hostel before check-in we were going have to go to Madame Tussaud’s Wax Museum since our ticket reservation time had come and gone.
When we arrived I was very glad that I had made reservations online. There was a line wrapping all the way around the building and it was pouring rain. Amber and I, with all of our luggage, marched to the front of the line, gave the staff our reservation number, and went straight inside. We entered a dark, blue-lit room that was somewhat reminiscent of a lagoon, where we saw statues of the likes of Jerry Springer and Samuel L. Jackson. Next, we went into a room that was dedicated to famous Olympic athletes. I wish I could remember any of their names. Then we went into a room that shows how the wax artists make the statues according to Madame Tussaud’s secret method. The next room was dedicated to Hollywood: Tom Cruise, Harrison Ford, Steven Spielberg, Whoopie Goldberg, Nicholas Cage, and Marilyn Monroe (but to name a few). When we thought there were no more rooms to explore, we found the HOUSE OF HORRORS. Very creepy and realistic, it featured the Black Plague, hangings, martyrs, torture, the Body Snatchers, Jack the Ripper, Guillotines, and other historic macabre interests. Very last, there as an amusement park ride called "The Spirit of London". As we were leaving the museum, I noticed a lone statue of Mr. T sitting over in a corner. I pity the fool who put him there all by himself (haw haw).
By the time we left Tussaud’s, it was only 3 pm, but we were so tired and grungy, we had to go to our hostel, St. Christopher's, and shower. After, we skipped our plans to see the Tower of London and Tower Bridge for dinner and the nightly Jack the Ripper Tour in east London. After walking in the rain for an hour, when we had no feeling or energy left, we wandered into what we thought was a grocery store. A stout woman emerged from between the aisles and ushered us upstairs into her restaurant. Like children, Amber and I followed without a word and we let ourselves be seated. My meal was slightly appalling. It was some sort of over-curried chicken and onions all dumped onto fries. I still cringe just thinking about it. Unfortunately, our dinners were only a precursor to the rest of our evening. We got lost on the subway and missed our Ripper Tour. Then, we got slightly lost walking around in east London during a sorry attempt to conduct our own tour, since I thought I would be able to use my map and find our way to all of the murder sites.
Our beds were a very welcome sight when we returned to the hostel.
We were able to figure out the metro tubes without any problems. After we got aboard our subway train, we realized that in stead of dropping our luggage at the hostel before check-in we were going have to go to Madame Tussaud’s Wax Museum since our ticket reservation time had come and gone.
When we arrived I was very glad that I had made reservations online. There was a line wrapping all the way around the building and it was pouring rain. Amber and I, with all of our luggage, marched to the front of the line, gave the staff our reservation number, and went straight inside. We entered a dark, blue-lit room that was somewhat reminiscent of a lagoon, where we saw statues of the likes of Jerry Springer and Samuel L. Jackson. Next, we went into a room that was dedicated to famous Olympic athletes. I wish I could remember any of their names. Then we went into a room that shows how the wax artists make the statues according to Madame Tussaud’s secret method. The next room was dedicated to Hollywood: Tom Cruise, Harrison Ford, Steven Spielberg, Whoopie Goldberg, Nicholas Cage, and Marilyn Monroe (but to name a few). When we thought there were no more rooms to explore, we found the HOUSE OF HORRORS. Very creepy and realistic, it featured the Black Plague, hangings, martyrs, torture, the Body Snatchers, Jack the Ripper, Guillotines, and other historic macabre interests. Very last, there as an amusement park ride called "The Spirit of London". As we were leaving the museum, I noticed a lone statue of Mr. T sitting over in a corner. I pity the fool who put him there all by himself (haw haw).
By the time we left Tussaud’s, it was only 3 pm, but we were so tired and grungy, we had to go to our hostel, St. Christopher's, and shower. After, we skipped our plans to see the Tower of London and Tower Bridge for dinner and the nightly Jack the Ripper Tour in east London. After walking in the rain for an hour, when we had no feeling or energy left, we wandered into what we thought was a grocery store. A stout woman emerged from between the aisles and ushered us upstairs into her restaurant. Like children, Amber and I followed without a word and we let ourselves be seated. My meal was slightly appalling. It was some sort of over-curried chicken and onions all dumped onto fries. I still cringe just thinking about it. Unfortunately, our dinners were only a precursor to the rest of our evening. We got lost on the subway and missed our Ripper Tour. Then, we got slightly lost walking around in east London during a sorry attempt to conduct our own tour, since I thought I would be able to use my map and find our way to all of the murder sites.
Our beds were a very welcome sight when we returned to the hostel.
A very worn transport pass and tube map
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