Day 3 – Buckingham Palace, The British Museum, Abby Road, The Clifton

Day 3 started out pretty dramatic. We walked over to Buckingham Palace wanting to see the changing of the guard. Instead, we walked into a Trooping the Colour rehearsal, which is practice for the Birthday of the British Sovereign that takes place in June.

We watched the horses walk around for a while, and then I asked Cash and Evie what they would rate it. They both said it was kinda cool and rated it 3/5.

THEN, one of the Coldstream Guards fell violently off his horse. Cash was like, “Ok, this just got way better. 4/5 stars.”

His horse ran away and this guy tracked it down.

After 10 minutes, he still wasn’t moving and a horse wagon pulled up and put a tarp around him and then a bunch more dudes ran over. At that point, Cash lowered his rating. “I hope he is not dead. Two stars now.” I looked in the British tabloids later on and they said he had heat stroke and “fell to the ground whilst on parade in the sweltering conditions.” It was 61 degrees but whatever, we hope he is ok.

After the Palace incident, we headed to the British Museum. This was amazing. It is basically a really beautiful, giant storage unit where the Brits put everything after they plundered the whole world.

We entered the museum and Cash said, “Dude, I almost accidentally walked into the Rosetta Stone display. Holy crap.” Cash and Evie enjoyed the museum’s really impressive collection of artifacts from the Roman Empire, Ancient Greece, and Egypt. Cash lost 40% of his phone battery taking pictures in the museum. 5/5 all around.

Our next stop was Abbey Road. This was a nice change from where we have visited because it was way less crowded.

Here is an obligatory shitty re-creation of the Beatle’s Abbey Road cover. The locals were going nuts because everyone who was there (aside from us I swear) was completely ignoring traffic and doing the same stupid photo I did here.

Our taxi driver told us to hit up The Clifton for lunch, which is a 10 minute walk from Abbey Road. I did a lot of research on this pub (about 5 minutes worth) and it has an interesting backstory. This pub opened in 1846. Back in that time, the royal family was not allowed to go into pubs. King Edward VII, who was known for being interested in foreign policy, military matters, and whores, had them change their name to the Clifton Hotel so that he could go there to get hammered and meet women of the night. This royal whoremonger also had an affair with a famous actress named Lillie Langtry and they would engage in vigorous coitous at The Clifton. The curry sauce was pretty good and the burger was a little on the rare side. 4/5 stars.