London. Part 2: The Wrath of the Tour Guides.

The next day I woke up to the kittens milking. I got the room with the cats and it was great. I had just eaten breakfast and had flopped on my bed when my mom came in telling me to get ready to go.

I didn't know where we were going, but then I found out when we met the tour guide. We walked through the city and to Buckingham Palace, and at 12 we had a light fast lunch, and continued. To make it clear I hate tours, and walking, so this was torture method 2B. We ended the tour at about 5. It was about 8 hours and 4 miles. It was basically a forced march.