I realised late on our first day in London that I´d managed to pick something up from someone somewhere. I had a bad as fever and a stuffy nose. Bugger. I hate been sick, let alone the first time I´m in Europe. I slept and drank heaps of water and hoped for the best.
The next day we had to get out of our dive of a hostel and move to a new one between Queensway and Baywater. That was a bit of a mission, London was going through it´s little heat wave which was great on one hand. I love when it´s above 30 degrees. Only when it´s that hot the tube is many times hotter – add to that a fever and you can´t seem to control your body temperature or how much you´re sweating. Nasty.
We made it to the new hostel in the morning but they couldn´t check us in till 2pm so we hung out in Hyde Park for a while and enjoyed the sun. When we did get a chance to check in I pretty much just went to sleep. I woke up towards 8pm and started to make some plans for the following days but apart from that it was sleep and more sleep. The next day, however, I was going to be heading off to Ireland.
