Talk about epic fail.
Today there is a tube strike in London. Not that many lines are down, but the only two lines that could have quickly taken us to Victoria, just weren't having Notting Hill, probably because it's too posh for them, but we're not posh, just our neighborhood...
About 3 buses had already rejected us before a man told us that if we went to a different bus stop, one just around the corner, we would be greeted by countless buses going to Victoria. He lied. This magical Victoria transport land did not exist, only one bus went to Victoria from there. I think he just didn't want us to steal his spot on the 148, bastard. Not only did only one bus go to Victoria, Victoria was the last of many stops on this bus. And of course there was a large group of children on the bus whose teachers didn't realize that Royal Albert Hall was their stop until the bus had been sitting there for 2 minutes, and then had to sit for ten more while the massive load of children shuffled off.
Finally, at about 10:45, we were at Victoria Station, an hour late. We sort of... stumbled into the Daily Telegraph building and informed them that we were part of the tour group, and that we were very late. They let us up. We then informed the security guard that we were part of the tour group and that we were very late. He agreeded to let us in and then took us into the actual newspaper area in search for our group. We looked all over, asked a women where the tour guide was, she told him that the tour guide was giving a tour at the moment... our guard/giude/search party man informed her that we were part of that group, and needed to find it, she couldn't help.
Finally we found them, they were amused we were so late, but impressed that we hadn't given up. Then the tour giude finished his sentence and... the tour was over.
At least we were in the group picture...
There's only one person to blame for this.
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