Somewhat late setting setting off for London, but had I set off earlier, it probably would not have made much difference, as no trains for two hours, due to someone being killed on the line. The train I caught was ten minutes late, then ran very slowly.
At Waterloo Station, many people milling around. I assume due to many cancelled and delayed trains.
From Waterloo Station a pleasant walk to Covent Garden.
The view downstream from Hungerford Bridge, one of the finest views in London, or was. A view of St Paul’s, but now being destroyed by ugly high rise buildings.
Excellent lunch at Food for Thought. More’s the pity it closes 21 June 2015, after forty years in business.
Covent Garden is being destroyed. Walking down Neal Street to Food For Thought, down a side street, Pret a Manger and Costa.
After lunch, it was then try to find Trew Era Cafe.
I knew what bus I wanted, or thought I did, and vaguely knew from where to catch it.
The bus I wanted was No 243, which would have taken me straight to where I wished to be.
Only there was no 243. It was being diverted.
No 38 was the bus for Hackney.
I hopped on a No 38, and got off at Dalston Junction.
Now which bus, that was the question?
I hopped on a No 243, to be told, wrong direction.
I hopped back off, walked back to where I needed to be.
Not sure what bus I needed, I asked a driver, no, you do do not want a 76, you want 243.
Woman at bus stop said no, you want a No 76.
I caught the next No 76, got off, had no idea where I was.
Walked through a park, came out by Hoxton Street Market.
Headed to where I thought I may needed to be, then realised there it was, there was Trew Era Cafe.
Only problem was, it was now eight o’clock, and it closed at seven.
It had taken me two hours from Covent Garden.
Now it was find Queen of Hoxton, where 13 Shades of Romanian Party was being hosted.
I set off in the right direction.
As I set off I passed Hoxton News adversing The Trews and a very temping fruit and vegetable display. I was very tempted by the black tomatoes.
A long walk.
It seemed to be on the boundary between Shoreditch and the City of London.
I think I was now in the City of London, where all the greedy bankers screw the rest of us.
Queen of Hoxton a dump, its only redeeming feature a rooftop terrace. The 13 Shades of Romanian Party was not up to much either.
How to get to Waterloo Station?
I could have caught a No 26 bus, but could not see where from, and no one knew either. But I was told Liverpool Street Station was not far and how to get there. And so I caught the tube from Liverpool Street.