The last time I blogged I said that I’d start blogging about more trips soon-ish… well, I’ve had like three overseas trips and one big domestic trip since then and now I’m even further behind. But I’m going to give myself a pass because it’s been under a year so I’m going to count that as soon-ish.
I’ll begin with where I left off: right after my gap year. As I mentioned in my last post, I hung out in London for a few weeks trying to figure out if I could get a job and a visa. Job: Easy. Visa: A stern “Hell No” from Theresa and the Brexit Bunch. Once I realized that, I made haste to try to tackle as much of London as I could. I had seen a few things when I passed through earlier that year, but there was so much more to be experienced. With that, here are my top five favourite attractions (in random order) that I saw in London:
1. London Transport Museum: Clearly my first stop, I love all things transport-related because I’m a transport nerd. I was slightly disappointed (but not surprised) that airports were only a small part of the museum, but all of the stuff about the tube and double-decker buses was fantastic. Also, A+ on the gift shop.
2. Museum of London: Outside of transport, the Museum of London was an overload of information, but in a good way. Detailing the history of the city from way back when all the way to modern day, the museum was thorough but never boring. I particularly enjoyed learning about London during and just after WWII. This one also had a strong gift shop game.
3. British Museum: It took me three attempts to conquer the British Museum. It’s so big and the first two times were just a bit overwhelming. “Where do I start? How am I going to ever see all this stuff? I should just leave and get Chipotle instead.” Finally, on my third attempt, I forked out some money for a “Highlights Tour” of the museum which was clearly the way to go. The tour featured a little bit of everything and all of the most important pieces. I was then able to go at my own pace and re-visit a few select exhibitions that really grabbed my interest. The size and scope of the collection is just unbelievable.
4. Tate Britain: I like new things, so I just assumed I’d prefer the Tate Modern to the Tate Britain. But you know what happens when you assume? The Tate Britain had hundreds of years of British art, arranged chronologically throughout the museum. Getting to experience the changes in art over time was brilliant, and this one goes down as one of my absolute favourite art galleries on the planet.
5. Wellcome Collection: This little museum contains the private collection of one Sir Henry Wellcome, and a bit more. An avid traveller, Henry picked up some insane souvenirs along the way, like Napoleon’s toothbrush, Florence Nightingale’s slippers, a whole mummified person from Peru, Japanese sex toys, anti-masturbation devices, chairs with spikes, chastity belts, and so much more. The museum itself isn’t all that big, but it’s one of those museums where you just have to look at each piece on display and read each caption.
Of course, I did a lot more than just these… but I won’t give my full comments on every single one because you’ll fall asleep. But here are the brief comments, where warranted, just in case you are planning a trip to London: Royal Botanic Gardens at Kew (glorious and beautiful!), Tower of London (do one of the Beefeater Tours), The Monument (I climbed the steps to the top for my annual workout), The Royal Observatory at Greenwich (I straddled the Prime Meridian and added to my collection of straddling famous… imaginary lines), St. Paul’s Cathedral (with splendid views from the dome), the Lloyd’s of London building (formally checking off one of my 103 Things), The Churchill War Rooms (where I learned everything I needed to know about Churchill and his tenure during WWII), Kensington Palace (which wasn’t all that big but had a great exhibition on the fashion of HM The Queen, Princess Margaret, and Princess Diana), Hampton Court Palace (which was all that big and super interesting and a must see it you have time for a day trip just a bit out of London), the Geffrye Museum (which explores British homes from 1600 until today), and the Jewish Museum London (because I’m a big gay Jew).
But wait there’s more!
I also visited the Natural History Museum (which wasn’t that much different than other natural history museums… just more British…), Houses of Parliament (because I’m a politics nerd), Westminster Abbey (because you have to, right?), the Queen’s House (not the actual Queen’s house, but like, an older queen’s house – it wasn’t furnished. Odd.), the National Maritime Museum (which had really interesting/depressing information on the slave trade and other maritime stuff), and the V&A (Victoria & Albert Museum, which had a lot of stuff in the permanent collection, and a lot of it – like, how many bowls do you need? But the temporary exhibition on underwear was super interesting!) I also visited parks and neighbourhoods and stuff.
Outside of London:
I visited Bristol and Oxford on my first trip to London, so I had to see a few new non-London places this time too. I visited my friend Jemma in Cheltenham (which was a super cute little city but didn’t have any super outstanding tourist attractions) and we did a day trip to Cardiff in Wales (hence the title of this blog includes Wales because of the few hours I spent there). We visited the Cardiff Castle which was great, and the National Museum Cardiff which seemed to be half closed for renovations. But that kept with the theme of Cardiff on a Sunday: mostly closed. I also visited my mate James in Cambridge where he showed me around some of the colleges and the Fitzwilliam Museum which was like a smaller version of the British Museum.
Food. Clearly there was food involved. Because there’s always food involved. Except when I have food poisoning (like the Great Nepal-Malaysia Disaster of 2015) or when there’s only shellfish and pork (refer to my point above about being a big gay Jew). I ate meat pies. Lots of them. I ate fish and chips. Because Britain. I went to the Harrod’s Food Hall more times than one should. Their brownies are ridiculous. I also had an afternoon tea at Harrod’s because I’m posh like that. I went to nearly every Australian-owned cafe in London in search of good coffee and Aussie-style brunch. I went to the Borough Market to eat the orgasmic cheese toasties from this cheese place there. So much cheese. So much delight. I stayed with my mates Ross & Jon in Highbury and they were conveniently located not far from an Ethiopian restaurant, something that isn’t all that common in Australia. So, obviously, I ate there a bunch. The lady knew me by the end of it. I think she misses me. I miss her food. And, of course, Chipotle. London has Chipotle. And I knew I’d be going back to Australia soon and Australia’s Tex-Mex scene is pretty piss poor so I just ate ALL of the Chipotle. I think three times per week at the end. That’s how dire it is in Australia. I was relishing burritos in Britain!
I had time to watch some British TV, and I loved it (but to be fair, I’ve always loved British TV). One new show (well, new to me) that I just fell hard for was The Great British Bake Off – which features amateur bakers in an intense competition with crazy hosts and judges and all sorts of sexual innuendo. LOVE. I also watched lots of First Dates which follows people on blind dates in a restaurant (the whole restaurant is there on a blind date). It’s brilliant and surprisingly classy unlike most dating shows. There are international versions of the show, including one in Australia, but they’re just not as good as the original British version. Less classy but equally as entertaining is a show called Naked Attraction where all of the contestants are naked and one person starts eliminating people based on what’s below the waist, the torso, the face, and then the voice. They show full frontal on TV in prime time. I belong in Britain.
And finally, I spent a good chunk of my time in London just giggling. I’d giggle every time I rode the Piccadilly Line because the line ends at Cockfosters and every announcement was “This is a Piccadilly Line service to Cockfosters.” Hehe! Someone is fostering cock! And, of course, I just had to be staying around the corner from a pub called “The Famous Cock” (hehehehe!) which I would see every time I went to the tube station, so it was just a constant gigglefest. Because I’m mature. So mature.
I’ll blog again… soonish. But first, let me take a selfie (on the Prime Meridian!)
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