We have now reached the last day of touring on our Incredible Journey. It was very bittersweet... I felt like total crap and was just trying my hardest to pull myself up by the bootstraps and complete it. But on the other hand, it was such a once-in-a-lifetime expe

rience, I did not want it to end.
We had done a bit of schedule modifying to Day 13. The original plan was to leave the hotel at 8:30ish and hit Westminster Abbey when it opened at 9:15. From there we would go to Buckingham Palace to see the changing of the guard. After lunch, we would go to St. Paul's cathedral. Most of the afternoon would be spend at the British Museum, and our day would end with dad, Chris, and m

e going to the theater.
8:30 sounded like a pretty crappy start time to those of us who were sick. In the original itinerary, Westminster and St. Paul were option 1 and 2 for people to select which they wanted to see. On Day 11 I had excitedly suggested cramming them all in, just because we could.
So... start time became 10:30ish and we just headed over to
Buckingham Palace. The
changing of the guard (pic 1) was pretty cool, though we were left with the question of "they only do this once/day... do the guards stand there for 24 hours? or is there some other guard changing done with less procession?" Ah, well. We saw the full processions where they march out with horses and bands down the mall, around the St. Victoria memorial fountain (pic 2), and through the gates. Then, they do some James Bond routine inside

the gates. The other exciting thing that happened while we were waiting for the guards to change was that Faith made this incredibly coordinated movement that popped Christine's camera off the top of the stroller and into the fountain. Luckily David was quickly spurred into action, and the camera (inside its case) was spared.
After Buckingham, my mom, Chris, and I headed over to St. Paul's (pic 3) while Christine, David, Faith, and dad headed to Westminster. I requested they take pics of Westminster for me, and I would take pics at St. Paul's for them. We later found that both had "no photo" policies... only 1 group abided by this.
On our

walk to St. Paul's, we stopped at Starbucks for lattes/lunch. Just thought I would throw that in. I think our official Starbucks visiting count on the trip was 3... Germany, Paris, London.
St. Paul's was really neat. We saw where the big procession for Princess Diana/Prince Charles' wedding was, we saw this amazing World War 2 memorial to the American troops that is inside, and we saw

the mausoleums of
Lord Nelson (pic 4) and the
Duke of Wellington. Another notable event that occurred at St. Paul's was that my family went to a Thanksgiving service there when we lived in England.
After St. Paul's, we headed off to the
British Museum to meet up with the other group (at the

Rosetta Stone, specifically). I always loved the British Museum when we were there, so it was really fun to go back. We saw the
Rosetta Stone (pic 5), as much of the
Parthenon (pic 6) as the British coul

d pilfer from Greece, and a bunch of
mummies (pic 7).
We then headed back to the hotel to relax for a short bit before heading off to the evening festivities. My dad, Chris, and I took the underground to
Piccadilly Circus to dine at
TGI Friday's (pic 8)

before heading off to
Les Miserables. The TGIF experience was great... they are slightly behind in menu modifications, so I was able to get my fave sandwich that they have discontinued in the states.
After our delicious dinner, we walked over to the theater to catch the show. We were briefly

interrupted by a protest parade of bicyclist that were riding through the street. There were quite a few that were naked except for some paint (pic 9). I can't imagine that riding a bike naked would be comfortable, but I have never tried it, so I won't judge. Their protest signs read "Trains not planes," and I have not a clue what that meant. Most of the spectators of the parade were irritated people who were just trying to cross the street. However, the guy standing next to me was tota

lly into it. Had he not been so stoned, I'm sure he would have been chanting.
And then, the show started. It was fantastic. I saw Les Mis (pic 10) in London back in 1992, but Chris picked it as the one he wanted to see. It was definitely just as good the second time around. We all had a fantastic time, and it was a great way to end our tour (pic 11)
