This won’t be too exciting of an entry since London was basically just a quick stop as an entry point into Africa. Our flight went well from Vancouver to London. It was a red eye flight and unfortunately neither one of us got much sleep, if any at all.
We arrived in soggy London at about 1:30 pm and soon made our way to our hotel. We caught the tube to get there. The pace and number of people that get transported on the system is mind boggling. There are thousands of people, all in such a hurry to get where ever they are going. You almost have to risk your life crossing through one of the pedestrian intersections in the tube. If you’re not careful you can get trampled!
The Smallest Hotel Room Ever
We made it to our hotel, it was the most hilarious thing we have ever seen. It was a clean place, with about 25 rooms. Reasonably priced considering it was right downtown London. The catch, it only had a few rooms on each floor and continued to go upwards through the tiniest hallways we have every seen. We could hardly fit through them with our day packs on our backs, let alone our regular backpacks. Only one of us could come up through the door that was at the top of the stairs to our room. The other person would have to reposition to get out of the way and hold the door while the other one squeezed through.
Once in our room it was the size of the bed and then only enough room on the floor for the bags. We had to climb over the bags to any other part of the room. Jack was pinned in the small bed against the headboard, the wall and a large armoire at the end of the bed. We settled in for bed at about 6pm since our bodies were disoriented from the time change. We had to get up early the next morning to go back to Heathrow for our flight.