Europe Trip: Day 4

I could NOT wake up this morning. I mean, I was awake, but getting out of bed…I felt like a truck had run over me. My chest was heavy and I felt very lethargic. I was sorely tempted to lie around in bed ALL DAY but I felt that would be a waste.

After a shower…errr…well…  Ok let’s talk about the shower/bath here in England.

So, at Bro Gerald’s house, and the hotel wasn’t much different, there is a bath tub and one of those hold the shower nozzle in your hand wands connected by a flexible tube/pipe.  No shower curtain. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to sit down in the tub and “shower” or stand up, or what.  The hotel had the same setup, but it had half a glass panel by the nozzle area. Why is this?  What is wrong with a shower and curtain? I don’t know that I’ll ever understand. It’s quite embarrassing to ask, “If you please, how am I supposed to shower here? Am I supposed to sit or stand?” So I haven’t asked yet. Maybe I’m just supposed to fill the tub and have a bath, that seems so incredibly slow.

Anyhow, after my shower, and a spot of coffee at breakfast I began to feel a little more revived.  Bro Gerald took me down to Milton Keynes Central so I could grab a train and pop on down to London.

My first stop in London was to see the British Museum, which has the Rosetta Stone, Assyrian reliefs, and many of the carvings from the Parthenon in Athens. The history was amazing! There were also a lot of Egyptian things and more modern things to see as well. There were even Greek vases! Which I didn’t look at AT ALL. Who cares about vases?

I walked around taking selfies with many of the Greek and Roman busts of various famous people/gods. I took a selfie with Homer, Apollo, some Roman emperor but I can’t remember which one.  I think I even found Zeus. I admit, I felt a little juvenile doing it, but it was fun.

Afterwards I footed over to Baker Street to see the Sherlock Holmes stuff. 221b is no longer in existence, but they have a replica museum at 231 or something in the thirties. I took a couple pictures but didn’t stay as the museum is small and the line is pretty long. There was too much else to see, the game was afoot, so I couldn’t lollygag around in one spot.

From Baker Street I took an underground (Jubilee line, from platform 7 – too spiritual!) over to Buckingham Palace. My great great grandfather McCaull would have become a guard there, but he was a smidgeon too short by 1/4 inch. So he immigrated to America and moved to South Dakota instead.

Buckingham palace was neat, it is akin to seeing the White House, but I think you can get closer to the palace than the White House. I didn’t try to take a tour, but sufficed myself with pictures of the outside and such. From there I footed over to Big Ben, snapped a few photos, and also snapped a photo of the London eye. I don’t really care about the London eye, but there it was on the other side of the Thames from Big Ben, so SELFIE TIME! As we all know, if there’s no selfie, you weren’t there.

Last to see in London, I went to the nearby Churchill War Rooms which are the underground offices that Churchill commanded the war in WWII. About halfway through I got hungry and tired, so my care-o-meter went to zero and I started whisking through the museum at a quicker pace in search of some food!

I found a fish n chips place near Trafalgar square just down from Five Guys and grabbed a bite. It wasn’t anything earth shattering, just fried fish and fries. Still, had to have the cultural experience didn’t I?

I found my way via train back to the station to grab the train back to Milton Keynes where I am staying and we had some good fellowship with Bro Gerald and another brother I met in Jeffersonville. His wife cooked a fine meal for us that I didn’t exactly need having just tucked away fish and chips, but I ate the very good pork chops and some other fare.  We followed it up with fellowship, some singing, prayer, and some apple strudel with custard.