Today I went and got my ticket for the next stop in my trip. I really didn’t know what I wanted to do or where I wanted to go, I just know that it’s time to move on. So with a quick look at an online map I decided that I’d go to Leeds… Don’t ask me why Leeds, it just sounded interesting.

After getting my bus ticket I headed out to do some more things that I wanted to do. I first jumped onto a double-decker bus to other side of the Thames. I always wanted to ride one of them and so it was a big deal for me, and yes I rode up top. After that I wandered Piccadilly Circus for about an hour and then went to the National Gallery. I saw some great work by Leonardo da Vinci, Degas, Monet, and Manet. About the only complaint that I have is that I got so tired walking around that I couldn’t see all the work. I also was too tired to go to The Tate. To complete the public transportation goals that I had, I rode “the tube” home. It’s what they call the subway, and I think Moscows is more fun.

London has been great and I’ve seen a lot of it, and without a doubt there is so much more I could do before leaving. I just know that I’m starting to get bored a little and to be honest London is a big city and big cities tend to wear me down some. When I was going to get my ticket to Leeds this morning, I noticed that I didn’t flinch at all getting my metro train ticket, finding the right platform, and getting to the train. Remember from my first post when arriving in London it took me an hour just to get to my first train. In general I feel like the Pink Floyd song, Brick in a Wall. I moved with the masses leaving the station and didn’t look at anyone while I was on the train just like any one of a million other commuters in this city.