Saturday, October 07, 2006
Boating on the Thames

So I said I'd talk about boating, and I will. After our Tower fiasco, there was much confusion about what to do next. And we watched the people get on the boats, and decided that would be quite fun. So, we did.
The boat was like an imaginary ride, because it took us beneath the majority of all the bridges on the Thames. We went by sites I had seen earlier that morning, we went by things I had yet to see upclose, we went past ships and boats and bridges that were no longer there.


New London, Old London. Our driver did his best to tell us of all of the things that we were seeing, and he deposited us next to the houses of Parliament. We snapped photos, and then went to the Westminster tube stop past one of the most awesome buskers ever, who was playing a mix of 80's tunes. We clapped appreciatively to him and he tilted his hat to us.

It was a nice afternoon, as Charlie and Jen and I all held on for dear life as the packed train brought us towards Waterloo, with the wind underground blowing on our faces through an open window.
Our night out with Paul was fabulous- wonderful food, even though choices were slim on a Sunday night, and then lots of drinks afterwards. We went to the Firestation, then up to Liecester square where we finally found an open pub. Jen demonstrated her ability to massage sore, tired backs, and we had a few pints of Grolsch. It was nice. The DJ there was good, played all the pop hits, then at the very very end, tried to play the Muppet Song to get us to leave. It sort of backfired, even as the middle-aged lady got her groove on for the older men at the bar who looked on appreciatively. So, they finally had to tell everyone to leave.
As we took a black cab back over Westminster Bridge towards home with Parliament lighted up next to us, I was sure I'd have NO problem sleeping in the next morning.