Day 4- London

High point: the architecture of London. 

Low point: the pain and damage my feet were experiencing. 

We had to leave Copenhagen at about 5 am to get to the airport in time for our flight. We had a hell of a time trying to get from the airport to downtown London. Little did we know there were 5(not sure on that number being right) airports in London and the one we few into was about 1.5 hours away from the city. We had say down after we got through customs to try to figure out what we were doing. As we had shown up with literally now plan. We found a hostel that we wanted to stay in but it looked like there might not be space there-we headed out anyway. When we exited the airport we looked for a bus or train that could take us downtown but the entire area around the airport was under intense construction and we couldn't find anything. We moved onto taxi, but still had 0% luck. After running through the construction for long enough to make us lose it we decided to pay the price of an Uber. But apparently the construction also threw the driver for a loop because he couldn't or wouldn't get to us. After he tried to call multiple times (we didn't want to answer because of foreign fees) we waited for him to pull up. As we ran to his car he asked "kela-lee?" In a very strong accent. We assumed he was trying to say Kayla so I said yes and we threw all our bags in the car. As we started to drive away mickalya asked him if he knew where he was going and we got a very different response than where we were supposed to be going. We then realized we were not in the right car. We jumped out quick and grabbed our things. Up ahead a different man waved us down. Turns out "kela-lee" was Kelly. And Kelly and his friend had got input uber and we had got in theirs. Same car, same color and oddly similar looking drivers. (they really could have been brothers) The ride to our hostel took a little over 2 hours because our driver "hated driving in the city because it was too busy" and ended up getting lost multiple times and turning down dead end roads that took about a 600 point turn to get out of because the streets in London as so thin. Finally he pulled down another dead end marked 'do not enter' and we were all over it. So we told him we would just get out and walk. As we stepped out of the car we noticed the hostel was literally right there. So hostel. Aka Soho-hostel was right in the middle of Soho. We were too early to check in so they took our bags and we hit the streets. Long streets with tall, bold buildings, filled with with busy people pushing down the streets. It was a very different feel from Copenhagen. Everyone here seemed to through caution to the wind and if the masses of people decided to cross the street, they were going to cross. There were always people quickly darling across the street befor a car would quickly whizz by. We needed food bad as it had been over 24 hours since we had last ate or drank anything. We wandered down the streets of china town, all decorated for Chinese New Year 

And kept running back and forth between to Vietnamese restaurants. Then somehow ended up in a tiny Asian buffet. Everything tastes SO good at first but by the end we realized we had been taste blind because of our hunger. The taste of funky chicken lingered for the majority of the day. 

Oxfor street- we decided to check out the world famous shopping street (are we drawn to the shopping centers of the wold? Maybe.) It was very bizarre because nearly every store that was on the street had more than one location, on the same street. We walked all the way up and down people watching and window shopping. London was significantly more diverse than Copenhagen and we saw a little of everything. Mick got ripped off by a "Buddhist monk" that forced her to pay for a gold price of paper after she took it from him. We she didn't have the 10£ he wanted he was very mad. We saw floating yoda street performers. My favorite was a man sitting on the middle of the sidewalk playing a traffic cone like it was a trumpet. I was impressed he could play more than one note and it sounded some what like a sad song. 

Next stop Trafalgar Square(Cameron's suggestion) Walking there our jaws were basically always dropped looking at the architecture. Everywhere you looked there was something amazing to see. Now I understand why people love London.

 

More street performers lined the square. When we were done looking there we saw Big Ben peeking over the buildings and decided to find our way down there. We when finally to to him, he was even better than I ever imagined (to be fair..I never have never imagined anything or had any expectation) the detail was incredible. 

While we were there we swung around the corner to see the London Eye but had no real desire to ride it. 

We moved onto Buckingham palace then strolled through a park and looked at all the night lights on our way back to the hostel.

 Now everything we went and saw we had got to by walking and we had started about 10 am and didn't stop till about 6 or 7 pm. So by the time we got back we were beyond exhausted. Not to mention the fact we were not used to walking that much and I had shoes that I though we're just not broken in but were actually really doing bad things to my feet. We looked like two sad, limpy dogs. We sat in the common area of Sohostel and melted into the colorful chairs tucked into the corner. Hours passed before we realized how long we had been sitting there zoned out. Our roommate was a man from England who was living in Copenhagen. I asked him half a million questions about what to do and see in all the places we were going and might go. Then talked about street art till I passed out.