Elementary, My Dear Watson

Good news: we did not fall into the London Dungeons Tourist Trap. Bad news: we were a little too poor for the Churchill Museum, so we opted for the less expensive activities. Yesterday Linda and I went to the Sherlock Holmes Museum. It was pretty cool. The house was done up according to the books, complete with people dressed up to suit the times. In addition, we saw saw some of the scenes from the more famous books acted out. And then we were able to pose as Sherlock himself. It was worth it. We also went to the Natural History Museum, which both Linda and I loved. We walked around the city TONS. Last night Linda and I went to Bangala-town (sp?) for delicious Indian food. I believe I have had Indian food three times since coming here. Richard, our Harry Potter tour guide, recommended going there- 'It is all curry and saris in that area.' People called out to us, trying to get us to eat in the dozens of restaurants that line the area. Yum! Then we came back to our increasingly gross hostel. The night before last they set up a cot between the bunk beds Linda and I are on. We are on the bottom bunks, they set up a cot in between us. There was no one in the bed when we went to sleep, but both Linda and I woke up in the middle of the night to find a rather large man who may or may not have been wearing any clothes snoring between us. Last night, a new guy was in the cot, an Italian we have nicknamed Sleeping Beauty, as he fell asleep in full clothes (very expensive ones at that), barely managing to take off the ridiculously expensive looking sunglasses and flip flops. His hair may be longer than mine, and his snoring is enough to wake the whole room. Today we are headed to York, and I have to say, we cannot check out of this hostel quick enough.