So last night, after finally waking up and trying to get my life back together, I headed off to Greenwich to have Sunday dinner at Jordan's. The Jubilee line was down, so I knew it would be a hassle to get out there via bus, but I was cool with the bus ride, it's a pretty scenic and nice ride.
I knew I was in trouble when it took about twice as long to get there. And this was with the snow only moderately blizzarding. Along the way I have to note, a guy in front of a pub hit the bus with a snowball (before starting to throw them at cars), which scared the hell out of me.
I get to Jordan's we have some dinner and drinks, and then go to the local pub for a few. Dinner was amazing, chicken and scalloped potatoes and biscuits. Amazing.
We went to a really neat old place that apparently used to be a smuggling stop along the Thames. The Pilot Inn.
So I head home, and everything goes to shit. The bus, when it finally arrives, takes about 2 hours to get to Waterloo, and by now the tubes were shut down. I then wait for about 30 minutes for a bus, only to learn that I all buses were now shut down. So I get to walk 1.5 miles in the blizzard. FUN.
It actually wasn't so bad, minus the fact that it was so late (I got home around 1:30 or so). The city was actually pretty lively, as not many residents could remember having this much snow, so they were taking every opportunity to play in the snow, take pictures, and build snowmen. I saw some of the largest snowman pieces ever.
It was a pretty surreal experience. Like I said, today it felt like a ghost town, no one could get anywhere, it was just overall maddening.
More snow pics here.
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