After our time in Dublin, Rebecca and I took a plane back to the UK and spent a long morning desperately trying to find our AirBnB home in central London. We came up with names to describe the different legs of our trip: cruising through Cardiff, easing through Edinburgh, doubling through Dublin, and lost in London. It felt like on each leg of the journey we leveled up and had to deal with a more challenging transportation situation. Once we got settled into our room and figured our how to use the public transport system, we did pretty well.
I couldn’t help but imagine the train coming to the end of the line and exploding. And yet, the calm female voice continued to nonchalantly ensure us that “this train terminates at Waterloo.” Nobody else even batted an eyelash. Just another example of the differences in American and English word choice.
Long story short, we got to the budget ticket stand and snabbed some cheap tickets to see The Phantom Of the Opera that night! I had never seen the Phantom of the Opera before. My travel buddy loves it to pieces. So naturally we were pretty stoked.
*tucks head into arms and prepares defenses* Please don’t murder me for saying I’m not a huge fan of the actual story. MINOR SPOILER ALERT I just don’t think having a physical deformity justifies terrorizing, murder, and kidnapping. He is an obsessive evil guy. How does having to wear a mask turn him from abusive to romantic? Did I miss something?
Anyway, the music and special effects were incredible.
I mostly enjoyed the intermission time, traipsing about the fancy theater watching all the other excited human beings around me. Me and my evil travel buddy and partner in crime may or may not have had way too much fun photo bombing the selfies of the girls seating beneath us. Theater style seating makes it way too easy.
And thus we started our first night in London with a bang.