Part Three, the final instalment
J and V try new things
On Monday we had to stop off in Shoreditch to pick up a travel card before we could start our day. Since we were pretty well acquainted with the area we decided that we might as well pick up lunch before heading into the centre.
Most of the food stalls had packed up for the weekend, but we managed to find one was still operating. It was selling some spicy Jamaican Jerk chicken wraps with cool mayo dressing and crispy salad, and that’s what we got.
I thought it was really nice, but V couldn’t handle the spice and it, rather entertainingly, made his eyes water.
While in London we were still working on the blog header, so in a move to get a decent teacup for the picture we stopped off at a quaint little cafe, after the wraps, for a coffee and some cake. It was called Pretty Cuppa.
Unfortunately, my drink didn’t come in a form that we were expecting so things didn’t quite work out, but we got some pretty tasty food out of the trip so it ended well.
After working our way through this ensemble we walked towards the tube station and stumbled across this clever advertisement for a soon to be burger bar:
From there we headed into Oxford Circus to do a bit of shopping as we had a special evening planned. However, after realising that the street is basically one long line of the same shops (we literally stumbled upon about five Zaras), we went on the hunt for something a little more fulfilling. Unfortunately, what we found didn’t exactly live up to our expectations:
To consolidate ourselves over the disappointment that is coconut water, we grabbed some ice-cream and went for a lounge in Hyde Park.
Before long we decided that we should probably head over to Victoria Station because we had tickets to go see Wicked. It was an overly keen move however, and we ended up having to kill time for longer than expected. We decided to grab some dinner, I’d had a craving for Chinese food so we got Siri on the case… but it didn’t work out quite how we expected and after wandering around looking for a restaurant that apparently doesn’t actually exist, we ended up in the station eating at Wasabi. Not quite Chinese, but close enough. Also for about a fiver, we got given a ridiculous amount of food which neither of us could finish, so no one was really complaining.
V had apparently never seen a musical, so while waiting for the show to start I spent the time explaining the difference between a play and a musical. I don’t think it quite sunk in though because he was still surprised about the amount of singing, poor Spaniard. About fifteen minutes in they experienced some technical difficulties, which we thought was hilarious, but other than that it was a pretty impressive show.
After Wicked was over, we headed back to the hotel as it was pretty late. At this point, the only hiccup of the trip occurred when we were trying to get back to Shoreditch and accidentally got on the right bus going the wrong way and ended up in Waterloo. Our travel cards were set to run out at midnight, and, luckily, five minutes before we managed to get on a bus going the right way. Funny in hindsight, stressful at the time. There is so much irony in the fact I can’t even navigate in one of the most well signposted cities in the country, as you can see all those DofE expeditions I went on really did me some good …
Our last proper day in the capital was technically Monday, as we parted ways on Tuesday. V was travelling up North to home and I was travelling Westwards, back to uni.
The day was quite rushed, but before we headed off to our separate stations we managed to fit in a quick lunch at a gastropub in Liverpool Street Station:
Both dishes came on wooden platters. One of the chefs at work later described these as outdated and pretentious in a jokey kind of way, but I genuinely thought it was cool … so each to their own I guess. As you can see chips also came in a cute little decorate fryer basket, and the onion rings on top were an unexpected bonus.
We didn’t really have time to savour this meal, but however rushed it was, it was a nice way to end a really great trip.
Hope you enjoyed it as much as we did.
Clean Bandit feat. Jess Gylnne, Rather Be
– Cliché but highly appropriate