Katelyn and Gregory Haskins find their way through—and around—the world
Our plans to see Charles Bridge at dawn somehow fell through with an unfortunate alarm-clock ‘malfunction’ at 5:30. Instead, we managed to roll out around noon (literally, we were quite stuffed from breakfast). We spent the afternoon at the Castle Hill complex, careful not to pay any admission fees (see also: cheap). Contrary to our initial observations, Prague was every bit as hot as Italy and we felt it today.
(For pronunciation of title see The Beastie Boys “Ch-Check It Out” circa 2004)
For our second day in Londontown, we slept in a bit, which was pleasant. It’s amazing what an extra half hour of shut-eye and some toast can do. We started the morning with the British Museum—5 thousand years of history under one roof. The Rosetta Stone, of course, was magnificent, but the throngs of school groups drove us upstairs to the exhibits on Greece and Italy.
The overnight bus from Edinburgh to London turned out ok, albeit a bit too warm and snug for our liking. I guess we’ll have to get used to it since we’ve got a few more long bus rides ahead of us. We managed to get a spot of sleep, regardless, and weren’t terribly tired for the rest of the day.
After the fun experience of showering at the High Street Hostel, frying a blowdryer, and killing Greg’s laptop battery, we took advantage of the dreary weather to show Nick what Scotland really looks like. We wandered up to the castle again, then made our way down to see Greyfriars Bobby. Around Greyfriars, the primary school security guard wouldn’t let us take a photo of the cute uniformed kids.
