We arrive at Heathrow ahead of schedule (thanks to a nice tailwind) and take the underground (Tube) to Kensington where we walk a short distance to The Vicarage Hotel.
Charming Bed and Breakfast type hotel with our own bathroom! Flying Monkey makes his first appearance in the shower.
It's late morning, and since neither one of us slept much on the plane, we decide (wisely) to take a short nap before exploring the city. Our room is comfy and clean, and I drift off into slumber....only to be rudely awakened by construction jackhammering, sawing and pounding right outside the window. Someone is singing Otis Redding songs while he hammers some metal object into place. Evidently, it's time to get up.
We walk in the light rain for a bit and then get tea and cookies to bolster our energy.
We walk past some of the local stores and Hyde Park which is lush and green and a nice change from the parched California landscape we just left behind. Feeling a little fuzzy with the jet lag by now.
A little later, it's time for dinner at Wagamama. Yummy noodles!
I notice as we walk around that the city seems filled with tall, good-looking, serious men in nice suits (lots of pinstripes) traveling alone. Carefully-styled hair which seems to hold up even in the drizzle (probably due to plenty of product). The women are stylish as well, but the men all seem to have a certain look about them.
We see exactly 3 "homeless" people the entire time we are in London, and even they have on bow ties and are positioned cleanly and carefully out of the way of foot traffic.
No bums, no trashy streets, orderly and clean underground stations and bathrooms everywhere we went which was amazing for such a big city.
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