Lowe and I managed to zip down the road to the nearest climbing gym for a few hours. It was fun to see what their climbing style was like. We both agreed their routes were more difficult. We also agreed they are strangely silent. The gym was packed but it felt like we were climbing inside a library. Weird vibe.

Top-deck front seats on the double-decker buses are an awesome way to see the city.

I mentioned previously how friendly and accommodating the Lyceum Theatre was when I called them a few weeks back. I had been just about to book these seats for an obscene amount when I decided to call. I asked, “We’re coming to London for my mother’s 80th birthday. She doesn’t see very well these days so I just wanted to ask if these would be good seats for her, or if you had any other recommendations.” Five minutes later they had given us Grammy’s seat for 1/2 price, my seat for free as her companion, and about a third off on the seats for Ali and the kids. They also explained that the seat right on the aisle would be perfect for her because the characters dance right down the aisles during the show so she’d get to see the costumes right up close.

They didn’t disappoint. All of us loved it, and at the end Grammy was on her feet clapping and crying. The Lion King has been playing here since 1999 and it is absolutely dialed in to perfection. Consider this my big shout out to the Lyceum Theater’s staff, as well as everyone involved in the show itself.

Kensington Palace. Princess Diana lived here, but I don’t think I noticed any mention of her. Thus concludes my knowledge of the royal family.

Everyone was worn out that night, but I dragged myself to the Underground and made my way to the Tower Bridge for sunset. Maybe I was a few minutes late.

The Tower Bridge leads, unsurprisingly, to the Tower of London.

I love it when the slang term is longer than the actual word. Barnet, rather than hair.