Hyde Park, y'all.

****Note: I wrote this entry yesterday (Tuesday), but the internet connection at the hostel was so bad that i spent SEVERAL HOURS uploading photos and i didn't even get them all done. So i finished this entry off this morning (Wednesday).***


Clearly I’m terrible at formatting blog entries with photos. But I do so love including photos. So today’s entry will be a photo blog, where I will post photos and tell the story of my day (Monday) through those photos. Roll photos please!

Actually, hold the photos for a sec, because I spent the whole morning applying for jobs. Around eight or nine in total, after updating my CV. I also facebooked and bludged for a while, and had a lovely surprise Skype chat with four fabulous friends (even though the news from home wasn’t all good...).

Headed out at about 3pm, and was surprised to find how dark it was at that time of afternoon. The cloud cover sure is thick. I decided to go see another London icon that I hadn’t yet visited – Hyde Park. I hopped off the tube at Hyde Park Corner and found this spectacular gate:

This is where I am (see red sticker):

I wandered up the hill to see this guy – a statue of Achilles, a tribute to the Duke of Wellington. Pretty impressive, as far as enormous naked dudes go. I’m not sure why he has a headless, limbless torso leaning against the back of his leg, though. Clearly need to revisit history study.

I saw another squirrel!!

The Broad Walk, in its autumnal splendour. So very photogenic.

I’d never seen so many autumn leaves in my life, and yes, I ran through them and kicked them. Because I’m cool.

This is The Joy Of Life fountain, and I’m sure it’s very nice when it’s got water in it. It’s on a path called “The Lovers Walk”, which I defiantly walked on alone.

This little guy looks like he wants to eat my soul, though.

Big red buses on Park Lane!!!

This is where I am now – near Mayfair. I’ve only been here a week and I’ve already seen SO MUCH of the Monopoly board!!

This is the Marble Arch. Apparently it used to be at an entrance to a courtyard at Buckingham Palace, but was moved to its current location in 1851. There was a lady feeding the pigeons underneath it, which I watched for several minutes. Damn flying rats, clambering over each other for a nibble of bread. It was getting quite dark by this time – it was about twenty past four.

Around the corner was Oxford Street, and I thought, Why not go look at that? The Christmas decorations were up, and I was dazzled by the pretty lights. They called to me with their sparkly siren-song. Also i could smell KFC.

I looked at the decorations in the windows of Mark & Spencer, and Selfridges, which were awesome but hard to photograph because the footpaths were very crowded. By this stage it was nearly 5pm, pretty dark, Oxford St was busy and it was very cold. I had an appointment I had to get to at 5.30, so I disappeared into the nearest Tube station.

On my way home I took a big red bus... Here’s me on it.