London 2012 - Part deux

After a quick McD burger, the first stop was made at the BoE. I know, I know, could’ve given them some help to deal with the European crisis, but I was there just to visit the museum they have there. Small one, but quite informative. There’s also a 400 ounce solid gold bar which is their bullion reserve standard. You can weight test the heavy thing, apart from the weight, and access to it only through a solid glass case with a hole for your arm, the guards at the front gate, there’s also the added measure of a CCTV camera aimed straight at your face. The monitor is also in front, as if to remind you not to make a run for it, and possibly to shave once in a while and do something about acne. But, we digress, the museum houses a lot of facts about the development of their currency, inflation, interest rates, the salient features of the new notes, YAWN….I know, they did try to make it interesting with some games, small documentaries, and what not, but in the end its still a bit boring. So Out I strutted after spending 30 minutes there. Did pass by St Paul's Cathedral, where some peopl had put up tents and were protesting.

Decided that the bare minimum pounds that I had wouldn’t last too long (this city is bloody costly, god save the Queen and all that), entered a Thomas Cook shop. Apparently the lady sitting there was too attached to her Pounds, quoting me a hefty $1.77 for a Pound. It turns out, I was equally attached to the nice Greenbacks, and ended up parting up with it only for $1.63 to a Pound (later in the day somewhere else). Their day tours for Stonehenge, Salisbury, Scotland were all booked for the week, so that too was out of the question, probably should’ve done some research before coming to this country methinks.

So here I was, out walking in the cold, along the river, enjoying the ‘Thames Walk’, they have in fact made a nice path alongside all the buildings next to the river, and you can walk on it up to the Cathedral. Onto the Millennium Bridge, and you leave St Paul’s Cathedral behind and exit on the other side at TATE. Now I’m not one to shy away from artwork, but there are way too many places to see outside. So on I went past the London eye and then Big Ben onto St. James Park. The ice cover on the small pond has thawed a bit, and there are plenty of ducks and pelicans enjoying the grub passer-bys are throwing to them. People would seriously do anything to stay in shape, running in shorts here in sub zero weather. I for one, consider Round to be a figure pleasing to the eye, then again I do live in a fantasy world with my imaginary friends.

Well, off to see the famous Buckingham Palace, would you believe it, I had walked right past it the night before and had not even realized it that it was there. Back home I have seen more grand and definitely bigger buildings, and not all of them are called a Palace. Nevertheless, the ‘Tourists’ were busy taking their snaps in front of the ‘Palace’, so not to make them feel left out, I took a few snaps as well. Now I don’t know how It got into my head that Harrod’s is one of the famous auction houses (Even after seeing that its not I am not going to leave my search for the elusive Harrod’s auction house), because I was really looking forward to see it, and that’s where I was headed. On the way chanced upon a small Ferrari showroom, and quite shamelessly asked the receptionist to buzz me in the door, and take a few snaps of the prancing horses. Well, had a “buy a Ferrari Spyder” on my bucket list, guess this comes close enough, so one thing crossed off (I’m not very ambitious as you can see, neither am I quite honest).

I did reach Harrod’s and well, it turned out to be a high end shopping mall. Roamed into the big store assuming the look of an interested buyer, while avoiding eye contact with all the store salespeople. Out once more, and onto the busy shopping district of Oxford street, where I ended up spending some more time wasting before trudging into the hot shower at the hotel and into the comfort of the warm bed.