tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687484311628843670.post-52628883872034479832008-04-14T21:57:00.000-07:002008-04-14T22:24:21.323-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EyT7WQ2YnVg/SAQ7X2DKIZI/AAAAAAAAAPA/l35PTyGor38/s1600-h/ben.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EyT7WQ2YnVg/SAQ7X2DKIZI/AAAAAAAAAPA/l35PTyGor38/s400/ben.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189337951469445522" /></a><br />"Look kids, Big Ben, Parliament."<br /><br />Across the street from Westminster Abbey sits Parliament and of course Big Ben. You aren't allowed to leave London unless you have photographic proof that you were in fact standing in front of it so we oblige and snap away. The building is actually pretty impressive looking as it sits on the Thames and Big Ben sticks out nicely. So far everything has been tremendously grey so it is nice to see something with at least a little color.<br /><br />We don't spend long hanging around before we decide to head back along the Thames and back towards the hotel. On the far bank is the London Eye which Randall informs me is the London Eyesore to locals. Although I do not ride it myself it seems to be pretty popular even for the 10 Quid price tag. (Quid is how they refer to money. Not sure of the conversion rate but I heard it in a Guy Ritchie movie and it sounds pretty cool).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EyT7WQ2YnVg/SAQ6xWDKIXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ltoNnueuKj0/s1600-h/phone.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EyT7WQ2YnVg/SAQ6xWDKIXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ltoNnueuKj0/s400/phone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189337290044481906" /></a><br /><br />We head to Coventry Garden and snap a few photos of the staples- Double-Decker Busses, Phone Booths, War Stuff, Humped Zebra Crossings.<br /><br />We walk all around the area and after grabbing a Starbucks (they're everywhere) and showing a couple of cougars from Chilliwack how to find Trafalgar Square (I sing a couple of lines from My Girl, She's Gone and they stare blankly at me. Very disappointing) we head back to the hotel for a little crib before dinner at a curry restaurant (what else- haggis?)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EyT7WQ2YnVg/SAQ6xGDKIWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/doqobtUakHk/s1600-h/starbucks.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EyT7WQ2YnVg/SAQ6xGDKIWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/doqobtUakHk/s400/starbucks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189337285749514594" /></a>allanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02491255044249269929noreply@blogger.com