Woke up next morning and felt all the body aches; yes, I had officially fallen sick and had absolutely no interest to do anything except to hide in my hay (and to go home). Checked with the airline and realise that flight was full. Thus, we would be on the waitlist-these are the "perks" when one travels as an airline staff.
Life still had to go on though. I followed Bro and Mum and visited the Natural History Museum and V&A (i.e. Victoria & Albert) Museum (both are along Exhibition Road in South Kensington). Although I am not exactly a fan, I had to admit that these museums were great (especially when they are free!) in terms of settings and content delivery. Wanted to check out a couple of special exhibitions (they were about the Cold War and Darwinism) but they charged an admission fee (about £9/S$19.80). The miser me pulled the brakes immediately.
We next proceed to Harrods at Knightsbridge for high tea (£21/S$46 per head). Before jumping into the gastronomical journey, we took a walk around the flagship store (encompassing 7 floors of retail selling everything from children clothes to tea harvested 40 years ago). Things were indeed EXPENSIVE even by London's standards. For example, it costs £22.50 (or S$49) for a kilogram of Rambutans. Just like what Bro said in a snobbish (but jokingly) tone, "If you want to shop in Harrods, do not ask about the price!".
The high tea was great as well; free flowing pastries and sandwiches filled our table as and when the quantities became low. I thought I saw Mohamed Al Fayed (owner of Harrods and also the father of the son who infamously died in a car accident with Princess Diana). Wanted to take a picture of him at that moment but felt so guilty afterwards for behaving like a silly tourist.
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Was on my way to send a postcard to Sally (missed her badly). Postage costs €0.75 (or S$1.50) for an international postcard though I thought I was charged €1 when I sent a postcard from Munich during Oktoberfest.
Anyway, this was taken at entrance of the post office in La Ribera.
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The morning sun shines through an unknown Gothic alley in downtown Barcelona.
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Was waiting for my train to the airport at Passeig de Gracia metro station. Know that I can be vain sometimes but I cannot help but to admit that I like my retro Adidas jacket. |
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Taken in the outskirts of Barcelona. Could not any traces of those tall and nice buildings that often appears in the downtown.
p.s.: No prizes for guessing where I was in the photograph |
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One of the nicest things about taking trains in London is that used newspapers are left everywhere and whoever that boards the train next could read it. |
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Not sure why, but I somehow like this photograph so much that I need to put it in this blog (without knowing what to write).
- impressions of Baker Street Underground Station, London, United Kingdom |
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It was the school holidays and the museum authorities had brought in a merry-go-round for the children.
- impressions of Natural History Museum, London, United Kingdom |
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I was not really interested in fossils (my body aches did not help either) but I thought this was a pretty good exhibit. |
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The elongated portrait of my family; taken at the Natural History Museum. |
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I would think the label "donations" was quite properly done but I was not sure why people would slot waste paper instead of money into it.
- impressions of Natural History Museum, London, United Kingdom
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