AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I haven't felt this much joy since I got a Sega!!)) AAAAAA!!!!!! London for free, no visas, no fees, no queues, etc. JUST LIKE THAT!!!))) We decided to spend the money we would have spent on a visa here instead)) We hop on the Tube and here we are at Hyde Park (I think). We head to Buckingham Palace, filming everything in sight (traffic lights for horses, buses, our own idiotic faces still grinning unrealistically after an hour on the subway, etc.). And suddenly I feel it starting to rub... Yes, rub... my new boot... The pain gets stronger and stronger, and after walking past real ducks and turkeys near the approach to Trafalgar Square, I realize I can't take it anymore. I take it off - a huge blister covering half my foot.. I take a "Sela" bag, take out the shoelace, and briskly step onto Trafalgar in one boot and a Sela bag))))) And the band-aids are all in the suitcases in New York!!! We go into a department store and see WISPA!!! It's not available anywhere else, only here at the last factory by consumer demand!!! AAAA what joy, but it's a pity to spend money, plus we have a full bag of chocolate ourselves)) We go back to the park for lunch, take out the food we thought to put in our carry-on (4 bags of dried fruit, chocolate, crackers, etc.=) and munch away in the sun. mmmm...... We return to Trafalgar, go to the National Gallery in one boot and a bag looking for a proper shoe cover)). Admission is free, apparently that's why there are no shoe covers either)) Or maybe it's just not the custom, who knows)) We get disappointed in art, go out to Trafalgar, walk to the Houses of Parliament, look at Big Ben and Westminster Abbey, (involuntarily remembering the 5th-grade English textbook: Westminster Abbey was founded...))) we walk back along the embankment, turn left - Trafalgar. We take the subway to see Tower Bridge, head back (all by subway) - we accidentally end up at Trafalgar. WHAT IS GOING ON!!! We get on the first double-decker bus we see just to get away from this damn Trafalgar Square. The bus does an 8-minute loop and returns to Trafalgar... We run in fear to the House, attend a session of the House of Commons, remember we forgot to stop by LSE, find out where it is - and guess where??))))))))))))) in short, Trafalgar is our home sweet home)) then we ride the London Eye, which is right in the city center, and at 10 PM (we left the airport at 11 AM) we barely drag ourselves to St. Paul's Cathedral. We don't even look. We check it off and drag our feet back. We really want to sleep. Really. And preferably sleep. We get on the train and pass out - we wake up at the terminal - Heathrow. Terminal 1. It's exactly the one where you can spend the night)) we sleep like homeless people on the seats, using the local sinks as a shower)) We wake up from the cold - angry but satisfied, we go to boarding. At the gate stands a controller (a fierce-looking guy), says "fight against terrorism, may I have your passports" We give them. He takes Anya's passport, looks carefully at Olya, at the passport, at Olya, nods his head, asks for the next one. This is Anya. But the passport is already Olya's. He looks. Says it's ok, says he loves it when everything goes smoothly))))) He takes mine, looks at me, we pass. Since then, Olya and Anya have been confused about 20 times. Employers, roommates, and even people on the streets ask if they are twins...))) Anyway, we board and 8 hours later - In New York!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!)))))))
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