Today I’ll continue with my European vacation to London, England. Since we booked in a hurry, I realized afterward that we missed great sites in London and the surrounding suburbs. I hope there will be a next time.
I’ll begin with London Tower, which I found to be a creepy place.
I had an eerie feeling stepping inside, and it wasn’t because of the long lines.
We step inside; it’s dark and gloomy.
We are welcomed by statues wearing armor; even the horses have armor.
If I wanted to leave, would they come alive and stop me? I told myself it was my claustrophobia rearing its ugly head.
Did I hear a neigh from that horse? It was looking straight at me. I turn around and almost bump into this big guy.
Is that a face beneath the helmet?
The guide for London Tower (of hell, I added that) takes us to a staircase, which we climb, and then to a much narrower staircase. I have a bad feeling. We climb a bunch of steps, and I have trouble breathing. This isn’t Israel again. Once the tour guide tells us the passageway will get narrower, I respond I’m leaving. He gives me a strange look and says I must climb them to see the tower. I’m already pushing the annoyed tourists. I hear my husband grumbling behind me. My daughter doesn’t care since she also hates tight spaces.
Once we leave the hole in the wall passageway and reach the light, which is the semi-darkness of the main area, a special guide escorts us since we are not allowed to walk around by ourselves. We wait for the rest of our group and join them to see the monkey statues outside. I’m not a monkey fan, but I hate those monkeys. They remind me of the flying monkeys from the Wizard of Oz that still gives me nightmares.
Afterward, we were allowed to leave London Tower. I was never so happy to leave a tourist site, and this place is not on my recommended sites to see.