Saturday August 31
Today was Hop On Hop Off day.
There are four HOHO routes in London, with the Big Bus company. One of them doesn’t interest us, so we’ll tackle the other three. I was originally going to use HOHO to get to many of the places we wanted to see with the London Pass. I quickly realised that timings would be completely uncontrollable. We once got stuck on a HOHO bus on the other side of Dubai as the sun was going down. This was just due to bad traffic, and they had to abandon about a third of the tour, and get us back to town. Unfortunately, one of the places on Sarah’s bucket list was at the wrong end of that tour.
This time there are only two things on the list. St Paul’s Cathedral and Harrods. Sounds easy enough. Our hotel is on the blue route, so is Harrods. St. Paul’s is on the red route, and the orange route has a few things we’d like to drive past.
So the plan is to kick off on the blue route, and where they all meet up at Marble Arch we would change onto whichever colour is waiting. So we end up on the orange route, and check out a few spots, before it all starts to unravel. Remember somewhere in Ireland where we couldn’t get into the middle of one town because of the alphabet parade? We it’s Groundhog Day, folks.
The peasants are revolting! There are thousands of people protesting against the Prorogation of government. Seriously? They really need to do a test before they let people into the protest area. Do you even know what prorogation fucking means? Of course not. Fuck off home and watch Emmerdale and the Kardashians, you muppets.
The result for transport around the city is chaos. Our tour starts getting diverted. Maybe halfway through, they end up at a random stop and say if you’re going to St. Paul’s, the Red bus is behind us. Alright let’s do that. Who knows when we’ll get another chance to catch blue again today.
So we’re now on red. A few stops later and we arrived at St. Paul’s. We head off into there to tick that one off.
There are three things I’ll say about St. Paul’s.
First, it is wider than Westminster Abbey, so feel a lot more spacious.
Second, there really isn’t much in the way of Sponsor’s Alleys. This definitely helps toward the spacious feeling above.
Third, the colour scheme is really beautiful. I love the colours on the ceilings. What have I said about choosing what attracts my attention? Huh? Yes, and i am fully aware that I am colour blind. Move on, people.
We also sat in on a service in the church as well. Ticked another box for Sarah.
The crypt under the church covers probably the same footprint as the cathedral above. Pretty big. There are a chapel or three, bathrooms, a cafe and restaurant, and the obligatory souvenir shop.
We did lunch and headed back to catch the bus. I thought the Big Bus company was the biggest HOHO in London, but more than five ‘Original’ HOHO buses stopped while we waited for ours.
C’est la guerre.
Now the red line is supposed to go over to the Tower of London and then follow the Thames back to Westminster before crossing over to check out that side.
Think again, Princess.
Can’t get near Westminster. Can’t get over the river. After quite some time getting nowhere very slowly, the decision was made to head back towards Marble Arch. By now, most onboard have taken the advice to go by foot towards Westminster. We just wanted to get back on blue, for Harrods. So it’s a good call for us.
A few minutes waiting for blue, and we’re off to Harrods. Tick that box, Sarah.
She picked up a couple of things to prove we came here, then we’re off again.
It’s all a bit posh, really. I did see one thing, however, that I never expected to see. No surprise that they have their own brand of Nespresso coffee pods. Similarly priced to Nespresso pods.
Now I’ve told you the story of Kopi Luwak, right? That’s the coffee beans that have been through the digestive system of a wild cat called a civet in Indonesia. Yum. A cup of this shit costs about USD50 to the wanky dickwads with more dollars than sense. So posher-than-god Harrods sells Kopi Luwak to their well-heeled FOMO-addicts, and now they sell it in Nespresso pods. Priceless!!
Today was Hop On Hop Off day.
There are four HOHO routes in London, with the Big Bus company. One of them doesn’t interest us, so we’ll tackle the other three. I was originally going to use HOHO to get to many of the places we wanted to see with the London Pass. I quickly realised that timings would be completely uncontrollable. We once got stuck on a HOHO bus on the other side of Dubai as the sun was going down. This was just due to bad traffic, and they had to abandon about a third of the tour, and get us back to town. Unfortunately, one of the places on Sarah’s bucket list was at the wrong end of that tour.
This time there are only two things on the list. St Paul’s Cathedral and Harrods. Sounds easy enough. Our hotel is on the blue route, so is Harrods. St. Paul’s is on the red route, and the orange route has a few things we’d like to drive past.
So the plan is to kick off on the blue route, and where they all meet up at Marble Arch we would change onto whichever colour is waiting. So we end up on the orange route, and check out a few spots, before it all starts to unravel. Remember somewhere in Ireland where we couldn’t get into the middle of one town because of the alphabet parade? We it’s Groundhog Day, folks.
The peasants are revolting! There are thousands of people protesting against the Prorogation of government. Seriously? They really need to do a test before they let people into the protest area. Do you even know what prorogation fucking means? Of course not. Fuck off home and watch Emmerdale and the Kardashians, you muppets.
The result for transport around the city is chaos. Our tour starts getting diverted. Maybe halfway through, they end up at a random stop and say if you’re going to St. Paul’s, the Red bus is behind us. Alright let’s do that. Who knows when we’ll get another chance to catch blue again today.
So we’re now on red. A few stops later and we arrived at St. Paul’s. We head off into there to tick that one off.
There are three things I’ll say about St. Paul’s.
First, it is wider than Westminster Abbey, so feel a lot more spacious.
Second, there really isn’t much in the way of Sponsor’s Alleys. This definitely helps toward the spacious feeling above.
Third, the colour scheme is really beautiful. I love the colours on the ceilings. What have I said about choosing what attracts my attention? Huh? Yes, and i am fully aware that I am colour blind. Move on, people.
We also sat in on a service in the church as well. Ticked another box for Sarah.
The crypt under the church covers probably the same footprint as the cathedral above. Pretty big. There are a chapel or three, bathrooms, a cafe and restaurant, and the obligatory souvenir shop.
We did lunch and headed back to catch the bus. I thought the Big Bus company was the biggest HOHO in London, but more than five ‘Original’ HOHO buses stopped while we waited for ours.
C’est la guerre.
Now the red line is supposed to go over to the Tower of London and then follow the Thames back to Westminster before crossing over to check out that side.
Think again, Princess.
Can’t get near Westminster. Can’t get over the river. After quite some time getting nowhere very slowly, the decision was made to head back towards Marble Arch. By now, most onboard have taken the advice to go by foot towards Westminster. We just wanted to get back on blue, for Harrods. So it’s a good call for us.
A few minutes waiting for blue, and we’re off to Harrods. Tick that box, Sarah.
She picked up a couple of things to prove we came here, then we’re off again.
It’s all a bit posh, really. I did see one thing, however, that I never expected to see. No surprise that they have their own brand of Nespresso coffee pods. Similarly priced to Nespresso pods.
Now I’ve told you the story of Kopi Luwak, right? That’s the coffee beans that have been through the digestive system of a wild cat called a civet in Indonesia. Yum. A cup of this shit costs about USD50 to the wanky dickwads with more dollars than sense. So posher-than-god Harrods sells Kopi Luwak to their well-heeled FOMO-addicts, and now they sell it in Nespresso pods. Priceless!!
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