Janice:
This has been our last full day in London and a long one at that. Nick wants to describe it for you.
Nick:
Our day started off very interesting. I woke up at around 9:30, when the museum opened at about 10:00. That kind of sucked. We left around 10:30 am and got to the underground and went over to the London Museum. When we got off the subway, I was more interested in something else that would have been the highlight of my day if we were allowed to go. Sadly, my aunt wouldn't let me go and check out the nearby all-girls school. Also, I didn't have my binoculars. So, that was the downfall to my day! But, other than that, the museum was mostly boring. [JB - No, it wasn't!] And the other part of it was boring. So pretty much the whole thing was boring!!!
After that, we went over to the British Museum which was, surprisingly, not boring. I really wanted to say boring there, but I can't. We saw interesting things like the Bog Man. He was killed three times, I'm really not sure how. He was hit on the head with a rock that made a hole, then he was strangled, then someone cut his throat and bled him. Poor guy. They think this happened about 100 BC. He's very preserved. You can still see his hair and the manicure he had. But the really weird thing about this, is that he had eaten a cake and the scientists could tell what temperature the cake was baked at! Weird.
The part about the British Museum that really impressed us was the Courtyard. It had a beautiful glass roof and it was massive. I mean HUGE.
After that, we went over to the title of this story. The London Eye is a giant observation [Ferris] wheel that I really thought I would pass out on. We bought tickets and got on after only ten minutes of looking at it and weighing the pros and cons. This is the biggest Ferris wheel in the world. On the bright side, I could have lots of fun and see lots of things. But, on the dark side, it could break down and I could fall to a watery death in the Thames River. But, obviously, since you're reading this, you know that I didn't land in the Thames.
When we got on, the first half of the half-hour ride was me cowering and crying in the middle of our capsule because I'm afraid of heights. But then, I started to get a bit better and stand up and take pictures and get closer to the glass wall, which I didn't like much. But after I'd been taking a lot of pictures, I went over to the side and I think I've actually conquered my fear of heights. So, all in all, it was a great ride!
Right after that, we ran as fast as we could over to Westminster Abbey across the river and saw the Evening Prayer Service. When we got there -- all out of breath -- we went inside gasped because it was purely beautiful. The stained glass windows were perfect. The stone walls and sculptures were sculpted with amazing control and magnitude. [I hope my teacher's reading this because it will get me some great brownie points for the big words! She'll like that!]
The service was very nice. We sat in the choir stalls and they had cushions so you could kneel when praying. All in all, it was a very nice service in a very beautiful church.
And now, from here, you can let my faithful Auntie Janice finish off the writing.
Janice:
Actually, I don't think there's much to say. Nicholas is seldom at a loss for words!!!
Tomorrow we pick up our car and brave the wilds of Wessex (the West Country of southern England). Assuming I remember to drive on the left side.
Nick:
And she did remember her driver's license, people. Don't worry.
Janice:
At least, I won't be watching the trees for koala bears this time, as I did in Australia!
That's all for now. We're not sure how soon we'll get to another computer, but will be on the lookout for one.
Sincerely,
Nick and Janice
PS. If you read this message we are already gone this may be our last note if so don't get help remember it happened in peace. good bye for now and mabey forever (or not at least hopefully not)
PSS. NA I'M JUST MESSIN WITH YA FUNNY JOKE EH HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHOHOHOHO
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