It was a wet morning that two tired people and a bear who had spent the night on a bus were dropped off at Victoria Station in London.  It’s great that we were near all the major attractions but not so great that our hotel was on the other side of town.  I think it was 6:00am.  In any case it was too early for this bear.

Pokin wanted to take a cab.  Nicholas wanted to walk.  I didn’t care so long as I was being carried, but about 10 blocks into the walk the light wet drizzle turned into an outright downpour.  Pokin won.  We got in a cab.

Eventually many twists and turns later we landed in front of the hotel…where they couldn’t find our reservation.  That was probably due to the fact that they cancelled our room last minute and changed hotel locations.  Everyone was too worn out to even freak out.  We just stood there while the staff figured out what to do.  Eventually we got a place.  A one-bedroom room — even though we were reserved for four.  Plus a bear.  They solved it by giving us two cots to put in the living room.  They still charged us for a two bedroom apartment though.  Oh and extra for the cots.  And for the missed night we were on the bus instead.  I sense a trend.

Whatever, I’m going back to bed.  It’s someone else’s problem.