London Hotel

You'd think after Amsterdam no breed of hotel could mess up our enthusiasm. How does it happen then that we booked ourselves into a hotel currently undergoing some kind of exoskeletal shedding, where water leaks from the light fixtures, there's no cold water and trolls begin toppling bathtubs for sport above our sleeping heads at 7:59 am.

Travelling the underground in any city can be tedious, but just wait until you ride the tube in full summer terrorist season! And unlike the summer season of high hotel prices, there are no discounts for the danger you take on. Last night, we had trouble even getting off the tube because several stations were closed due to a security alert. On billboards inside and outside the trains are billboards from the Mayor of London that say USE YOUR SENSES, if you see or hear anything suspicious please alert our staff or the police immediately. I'm not sure who the mayor of London is, but I'm sure even a blind person would 'use his senses'. What else have you got to do on the Subway but pick apart the people around you? It's practically a London pastime!

Went to see the reconstruction of the Globe theatre today. Afterwards, Dave took photos of me with one finger across my upper lip, one leg goosestepping and a nazi salute (incidentally, how many Londoners hail a cab, and as Dave suggested, while they stifle a sneeze). I was sick of Germany but now I think I miss it a little! I'm coming Munich, liebling.