Yesterday evening began the journey by train and ferry from Paris, across the channel to Dover and on to London.
On the ferry, Jane discovered that she is not a fan of sea travel. She was a rather vivid shade of green when we arrived on England's shores this morning. Finally on solid land, we slept soundly on the train to London and I wasn't at all unhappy when the announcement came that we would be late arriving in Victoria Station.
Once we arrived, I went off to change some money for us and while I was gone, Jane found us a deal on a hostel for tonight. She showed me the flyer with a map and I couldn't believe our luck. £9 is a steal for accommodations in London!
We took the Underground to Paddington Station and found the hostel. Eager to get some air and familiar with the city, we explored London, walking past Trafalgar Square, St. Paul's Cathedral and London Bridge, which, for the record, is not falling down.
Back at the hostel, I realize my top bunk is on a serious tilt. This could make for a very interesting, and possibly painful evening.
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"A ship in port is safe, but that's not what ships are built for."