Tourist

I spent the last four days being a tourist.

Friday: I met with a friend and starting in Covent Garden, we had a bit of a trek around London, resulting in having to put a plaster on a broken blister from my jandals (flip flops in English-speak). This trek ended at Buckingham Palace.

Saturday:

I went on a tourist bus ride. Mistakenly sitting under the cover on the top deck, which, as it was a sunny day, I thought would be cooler as it was in the shade - wrong.

I had chosen one of the hottest days of the year to sit on a vinyl bus seat in a enclosed hot space.

I did manage to half way through the tour move to the open seating, which although was in direct sunlight, had a great cooling breeze. But, as I have found out now, the UK sun is not as scary as the NZ sun, in that one would have to be very silly to get burnt. Sunscreen is still important, but the UK UV index only goes up to 7.

Sunday:

I had a day of not being a tourist and lazed around at home.

Monday:

I went to Saint Paul's Cathedral. I got an audio guide and sat and listened and walked around the cathedral. I walked up the 500 something stairs (all up that is) to first, the whispering gallery - I had no one to whisper to me from across the gap and had to make do with the other tourist's whispers.

Then the outside galleries where I took some pictures for proof that I went there as no photos are allowed inside the cathedral.