|I believe this was the classiest pub I've ever been in|
|Tiniest bottles of Diet Coke on the face of the plenty. I suspect I could have drank six of these in a row.|
|I've run out of words to describe how delicious food is, but the bread was some of the best I've ever had.|
|Look, I'm being healthy! The croutons in particular were fantastic.|
|Fantastic fish - the batter was wonderful!|
We raced through the rain to the train station and got there twenty minutes early, or nineteen minutes earlier than Phil's ever been for a train. I said goodbye after a brief but fun visit, and made my way by train to Waterloo Station in London.
|Awww yeah, crotch shot on the train|
The train to Waterloo got in five minutes late, cutting my 24 minute transfer to a more tight 19. It seemed simple enough: arrive in Waterloo, leave from Waterloo East. Except there was construction going on and the area was poorly signed. I wandered for ten minutes before finally remembering that I spoke the language and asking someone for directions. Once in Waterloo East (tiny station) there was no board showing the stops for the trains and so while I was pretty sure I wanted the 4:13, I asked someone to verify. Good thing I did as the front four cars went where I wanted to be and the back four did not. A minute later the train arrived and I was off to Kent.
|One of my favorite drinks on the whole trip|
|Yet another lovely view!|
|Park Hyatt Tokyo didn't give me a pink lampshade. Love it!|
|Oh god these potatoes - these potatoes were absolutely fatal to any diet|
I headed off to bed, hopeful that I might finally sleep past 4:30 (hah!).