London

Through a piece of genius scheduling on the part of my mother, I had a layover in London, England, on my way back to Namibia after Christmas. I left the airport and went on a bus tour. Of course nothing went as planned, but I did get to see some of the sights and talk to some people. I heard the coty described as a bowl of spaghetti, becasue of the way the streets are set up. They were not kidding. You can walk around the block and get lost. The weather was classic, cold and wet.