(nb: 'super awesome' is in the eye of the beholder)
Fly Icelandair to UK. Remember they don't serve food on this airline. Hope the whole flight doesn't go Donner Party somewhere over Greenland.
Land Heathrow. Deplane. Take Tube to Fulham. Pray that in jetlagged state I don't end up in Bromley.
Take Tube back from Bromley. Arrive at at The Malt House. Time for my first real British experience: 4 pints of bitter plus bangers-and-mash -- the great British working-class lunch!
Kill a few hours staggering around Brompton Cemetery -- home to a lot of dead people, the majority of which are no longer still alive. Go back to The Malt House for dinner, pints, and much-needed sleep.
The Imperial War Museum (10am-2pm): "We fought World War One in Europe, we fought World War Two in Europe, and goddamnit, if you let us, we'll fight World War THREE in Europe!" -- some American general whose name eludes me at the moment
Churchill War Rooms (3:00-6:00pm): "Aw, c'mon Honey -- it'll be a lot more interesting than high tea or a show!"
Roger Waters: The Wall (8:00pm - 11:00pm): " . . . but constable, it's legal to smoke this in Seattle where I'm from!"
- The British Museum (all day): I figure this oughta cure me of ever wanting to see another museum as long as I live.
Westminster Abbey (9:30am - 1:30pm): More dead people in higher-class digs.
The Blackfriar Pub (2:00 - . . . ): A proper British lunch: another four pints plus bangers-and-mash. Sadly, not enough time for a proper piss-up.
The Tate Modern ( . . . - 6:00pm): Seriously, I've seen Modern Art before and four pints is the minimum I'm willing to see it again on.
- OPEN DAY except for one thing: High Tea (BTW, if you -are- from Seattle, don't get your hopes up based on the name). Not sure where to enjoy this, but I promised my wife I'd behave where ever we go.
Blimey -- is that . . . The National Gallery? (10:00-6:00pm): Apparently so! Interspersed with:
Saint Martin in the Fields (12:00 - 1:30): Allegedly a great place for lunch (which is a damnedable lie based on the fact there's neither pints or bangers served there)
Uhh . . . I'm kinda at a loss here. Suggestions? As long as I'm back in time for . . .
ROAST BEEF SUPPER! There'd better be half a bloody cow on my plate coupled with YORKSHIRE PUDDING and lashings of delicious gravy. Also: pints.
- On to the Eurostar and off to Paris to join my much-anticipated Rick Steves' Best of Paris tour! Yay! I can't wait to meet all my new friends in the City of Romance! And I'm sure they can't wait to meet me!