A French Kiss in England

We meant to get up around 8 am this morning but, unfortunately, I awoke at 9:55 am to the sound of a jackhammer right outside our window. We had slept in and still had no idea where to find church. We eventually found the Hyde Park Ward meeting at 1:00 pm. I was quite surprised to meet so many Americans living in London. The London Mission Office happened to be right above the chapel, so we convinced a few office elders that it’d be a good idea for us to just keep our heavy, large backpacks in the office until 7 pm this evening. They agreed and we left church to check out the museums found on the same street. Since the age of three, dinosaurs have been a fascination so the Natural History museum was the most interesting to visit. We were back to the office by 7 pm to pick up our bags and went to find the hostile that the elder’s quorum president suggested. We took the tube about 30 minutes from the city center and dropped our bags off at the hostile. This hostile cost around 17 quid and was significantly sketchier than the first night.

Hyde Park Stake Center in Downtown London

It was about 8:30 pm when Nick and I ventured back into the city center. We wanted to see the Tower Bridge at night—it was spectacular. While checking out the spectacular bridge, we asked a couple girls to take our picture. Once we discovered one girl was from France, I told her that I had never had a true French greeting—so I got a French kiss on the check.

The Tower Bridge

Nick and I lost track of time and soon found ourselves in a tight situation—it was past midnight and the tube (metro) heading back home no longer went. Long story short, we had to wait extra long for the buses that ran about every 30 minutes. The number six bus felt even later than that because it was raining and very late. While waiting for the bus, we heard tons of police out. It wasn’t until the next day that we learned there were riots all over London. We got home around 2 am. However, the majority of the hostile was still partying. Last night, I slept in a room with Nick and two other strangers. I was so hot because I positioned my camera bag between my legs in my sleeping bag (there were no proper lockers) and my money back around my neck. Despite the loud snorer under Nick’s bed, I slept like a rock.

French Kiss