Traveling in Relative Hell.
Today was our last day of the trip, which we started watching the changing of the guards at Buckingham Palace. Although we arrived early, it got crowded fast, but that was no deterrent for Dev using her injured knee and pushy demeanor to score a front row view for herself, while Lauren and I entered into the crowd olympics with people of many cultures. The Gold medal for elbowing and standing in others personal space goes to China, while we were no match for the Japanese Team, who easily walked away with the Gold for inserting their selfie sticks in other individual’s selfie space. Meanwhile, Dev (Hop-a-long Audacity) watched the happenings offering 3 inches of space at the fence to Lauren, who not being road kill that could fit flattened into that space, politely declined. All Lauren and I saw of the ceremony was one guard named Niles switching places with another named Roger, but for all we knew we might have been at a high school marching band competition. After going into Piccadilly, we saw a Beatles cover band in Trafalgar Square. Interestingly, I saw evidence of the 5th Beatle, who tried to blend into the background playing the keyboards shirking the mop-top wigs that his faux senior citizen bandmates wore. We closed the day at participating in a wheelchair exchange customary program, in which if you push a famous person in a wheelchair, a celebrity (Julia Roberts visiting Notting Hill) pushes your mom. Now for the long trek back across the pond. Cheerio for now!
Rubber Chicken 