
London, UK
9:30am. I can understand the breakfast rule in hotels sometimes, but this time I'm on holiday. It's also Sunday. 9am is a ridiculous time to tidy all the breakfast away on the weekends. I would like some toast today. I'm watching the barmaid from last night set up all the breakfast table she's just cleared away, just so I can make myself some toast. She definitely hates us.
1pm: My legs are aching. I've been to London a lot but there's one thing I have never...