Sunday morning I took an early morning train ride across the pond. London was calling me and with its great shops, beautiful weather and love for pork gelatine I was eager to arrive.
After deciding I was too old for youth hostels, the trusty Ibis did me well. Almost made me reminisce on the good times of being a hotel receptionist, but shook that feeling pretty quick.
No concrete plans meant I was free as a bird to wander, to eat and just be merry!