Central London; Day One

Breakfast of mushrooms, baked beans, grilled tomatoes and hash browns. English tea.

"Dad, can I have fried eggs?"

"It's better not to."

:(

We decided to walk to Trafalgar Square.

Nelson's Column and the lions, plus several historical figures standing tall on pliants. A symbol of democracy for this goo-ridden square is famous for political demonstrations and rallies.

Papa with Trafalgar Square in the background

If you're here for the John Woo-effect of pigeons taking flight, you might as well go to the nearby Victoria Embankment Gardens.

Why?


There were not more than a few fat pigeons trotting (yes, they trot. I chased them but they merely trot.) about the pavement.

Poor me was salivating for hammam mahsyi.

We walk further to Big Ben the iconic free-standing clock tower of Westminster and the adjoining Palaces of Westminster aka Houses of Parliament.

See London Eye, Big Ben and Houses of Parliament

Dad made acquaintance with the local policeman.

As expected from one of the centers for political life in London, a group of activists were protesting in front of it.

I was undeterred. Well, actually, I didn't get what their shoutouts were all about.

River Thames, London Eye and the London Aquarium, also housing the Movieum.

Realized Westminster Abbey is a complex of chapels. Where the kings were crowned, royal couples got married and monarchs were buried.

A reminder that religion is life itself.

Me and dad at the Westminster Abbey.
Erk, which entrance is it? Haha

Beautiful Victorian architecture, though.

Headed to St. James's Park and chased after the oldest of London Royal Parks' critter of squirrels collecting nuts for the winter.

Budak sesat

Grinned at wet maple leaves on the Birdcage Walk.

Converting papa to an avid animal activist hihi

Fat ducks reminded me of sweet sweet Peking Duck. Or Duck in Orange Sauce.

Reached Buckingham Palace the official British monarchs resident in London nicely at 11.30am.

Kamu! Bukak cepat!

The Change of Guards should commence by now.

11.40am and trotted along a group of horsemen.

I've always had this fling for marches...
Shiny black shoes and all they have to offer~

12.00pm and nothing else happened.

"Are they cancelling the Change of Guards?"

"The weather is wet, not very wet."

Took the Tube back to Russell Square.

Fixed a simple sandwich of chilli pepper tuna smuggled from Egypt. The avid carnivore was hungry for meat.

Dad crashed out of fatigue.

Now to humour Anatomy.

Lesson:
1- Hargailah setiap nikmat Allah.

2- Bawak daging dalam tin lain kali.