My Regards to the British Museum

(Part 5 of 5 detailing my vacation to London)

I awoke for my last day and was disappointed to discover that it was raining. It was be expected considering that it is England after all, but it was still not encouraging. After breakfast and a very long ride on the tube I arrived at my first destination for the day: The Who Shop.

The Who Shop is a store dedicated to memorabilia from the British TV show Dr. Who. The store was unlike anything I have ever seen before. They had every kind of toy/poster/swag available for every season and character from the show. There were even life-sized replicas of props from the show, I was constantly geeking-out over how cool that place was.

After buying some souvenirs, I traveled to the British Museum to spend the rest of the day. That place is MASSIVE and has artifacts from everywhere and every culture. It was astonishing to see just how expansive their collection was. One of my favorite pieces was definitely the Rosetta Stone. This stone block has the text of a speech written in three different languages: Greek, Demotic, and Hieroglyphics. It was because of the discovery of this stone that people were finally able to translate hieroglyphics.

Another of my favorite pieces was the Royal Lion Hunt. These bas reliefs depict Assyrian kings hunting many lions from their chariots and on horseback. Even though they were just stone carvings, it was incredibly detailed and felt like a seen from an action movie. Had I been an Assyrian king I definitely would have liked hunting lions.

After the museum, I returned to the hostel, and went to a nearby pub for my last dinner in England. I had chicken with ham, barbecue sauce, and cheese on top, it was amazing. The pub had a very relaxing environment as well. I sat at a counter facing the windows along which there were lit candles. It all had a very quaint feeling to the place and was a nice way to end my day.

Except that my day wasn't over by a long shot. My bus to the airport left at 3:40 in the morning, which meant that I would have to leave from my hostel at around 2:40 to get to the bus stop on time. As a result, I decided not to go to sleep that night because I knew that if I did I might sleep late and miss both my bus and my flight back to Madrid. So I pack my bags and waited in the lounge for hours just watching television. It was boring. I didn't have the remote and whoever did refused to change the channel when Two and a Half Men came on. It was horrible.

Finally 2:40 rolled around, I made the long walk to the bus stop, rode the bus back to the airport, checked in, boarded the plane, sat down, and got some MUCH needed sleep. I awoke two short hours later as the plane was landing in Spain, headed back to my homestay, and more importantly, to my bed.