Here in London Town. Mind the Gap and pass on the Snacks

 

 

The alarm went off at a completely unreasonable hour because our flight was at 5:35 AM. You know it’s early when the timed terrace lights from last night are still on. The flights? Entirely uneventful. A suspiciously smooth start.

 By 8 AM London time, we had landed and by 9:30, we managed to snag the last available table at brunch downtown London already. A few eggs and some dangerously good ricotta hotcakes later, we felt vaguely human again and headed toward the hotel.

 Since check-in wasn’t ready yet (actually it was, but for 50 GBP) we did what every traveler does: changed clothes in record time and abandoned our luggage in storage, hoping we’d eventually reunite with it.

The original grand plan was to head to Camden for food, but brunch had defeated us. Full stomachs won the argument, so instead we wandered along the Thames, eventually making our way to Tower Bridge.

And finally, after countless trips to London, we walked across the famous glass floor, which is either thrilling or mildly terrifying depending on how much you trust engineering. The views, however, were worth every second of pretending not to look down too much.

On our way back to the hotel, we accidentally stumbled upon The Garden at 120 and decided to head up. Unexpected city views? Always a good idea in London.

Finally, back at the hotel, we got access to our room… only to discover it had a lovely view directly into the atrium. Romantic, if your dream holiday includes staring at indoor architecture and other rooms just a few meters away.

Thankfully, Scott came to the rescue, made a call, and suddenly we were moved to a room with an actual outdoor view.

The housekeeping team also kindly left us an unexpected bonus: a collection of forgotten dress shirts from the previous guest hanging neatly in the wardrobe. A thoughtful touch. Or a mystery. We chose not to ask questions.

For dinner, we finally made it to Camden Lock Market, specifically the delicious food street, where all self-control disappears.

We ordered a fried plantain sandwich and brisket loaded fries, and honestly? Absolute perfection.
But then came trouble.
Because Camden also has MyCookieDough.
So naturally, about ten minutes later, we found ourselves standing there holding a plate of freshly baked hot cookies drowning in Nutella and topped with ice cream. Zero regrets. Our scale at home does not know yet.

By 9 PM, we were asleep — because after a day that started before sunrise, even London couldn’t compete with the overwhelming desire to collapse into bed.