On Wednesday, October 1st, my mom and I arrived in London right around 8AM UK time (which was 3AM to us!), and we hit the ground running!
One thing that will become quite apparent from these trip recaps is that my mom and I are bougie travelers, especially when it comes to transportation. We were a little apprehensive about navigating the tube with all our luggage, so we opted to hire a private driver, which our travel agent arranged. The hotel was quite the drive—around 90 minutes—so it was nice to do it from the comfort of a private car.
It was a beautiful drive through London, as all of the trees were exploding with fall colors, and I was just in awe! I spent most of the ride looking out the window. (Also, every time I tried to look down at my phone and play a game, I got super sleepy!)
We arrived at the hotel right around 10am, and thankfully, our travel agent had blessed us with an early check-in, so after a short wait, we were able to go directly to our hotel room! Yay!
Our view – the tall building in the back is the beautiful Shard!
Even though I desperately wanted to lie down on the bed and nap for at least a few hours, we knew it was more important to keep going. So we unpacked our luggage, freshened up, and then left the hotel to find the hop-on/hop-off bus we had booked for today.
It was much harder to find the bus stop than I had anticipated. I thought I found the right one, but when the hop-on/hop-off bus pulled up, I realized multiple different companies were running these tours! So we had to find the correct bus stop that corresponded with our tour company, which was harder than I thought! (If my mom and I were ever on The Amazing Race together, we’d fail miserably at navigation.) Eventually, we found the right bus stop and within a few minutes, a bus was pulling up and we “hopped” on.
Our goal was to ride the bus to Picadilly Circus, where we would eat lunch and then visit a few bookstores before hopping back on to take the river cruise (which was included in our package). Unfortunately, the ride to Picadilly took forever. We were starving, especially because we hadn’t eaten much on the plane and didn’t have breakfast. After two hours of riding on the bus, we were finally getting closer to the Picadilly stop when the driver stopped the bus at a location and left the bus. The comedy of errors continued because, yep, it was time for a shift change.
Not to be dramatic, but I really wanted to die at this point because I was so hungry and annoyed, and it took a good 20 minutes for the new driver to get on and continue our journey. We always have the worst luck when it comes to public transportation, and this was no different. Sigh.
Eventually, we made it to Picadilly and decided to stop at the first restaurant we found, which ended up being a Hard Rock cafe, ha. Nothing says, “Welcome to the U.K.!” like visiting a restaurant I can go to in the U.S.
Our meal there hit the spot, though! This is also when I realized that restaurant culture in the U.K. is vastly different from the U.S.—for example, in the U.S., once it looks like you’re finished with your meal, the server will take your plates and then ask if you want the check. In the U.K., you have to ask for the check and let them know you’re finished with your meal. It can seem like inattentive service to Americans, but it’s just the way restaurant culture works in another country (imagine that!).
Afterwards, we headed over to a bookstore! Our first stop was Waterstones, which had multiple levels and a gorgeous Agatha Christie section that I wanted to pocket away for myself. It had her books along with Christie-themed puzzles and notebooks and knick-knacks. As an Agatha Christie fan, it was a friggin delight!
I left with an armful of books, even though I told myself I was only allowed to buy two per bookstore. But there were too many books that I wanted! Plus, U.K. covers of books are vastly superior to U.S. covers, so I wanted to get as many cute books as possible.
Once we had checked out at Waterstones, it was time for the next bookstore of the afternoon: Hatchards. This bookstore was a lot smaller but so beautifully curated with gorgeous bookshelves, fun gifts, and multiple levels of bookish goodness. I only bought one book at Hatchards, which I considered a win.
By this point, we were a bit tired. Our feet were sore, and the jet lag was getting to us. Plus, my phone had died a few hours prior, and I really wanted to charge it. The thought of finding the bus stop for the hop-on/hop-off bus and dealing with a long drive back to our hotel was too much for us to bear. So instead, we grabbed a black cab for a quiet, smooth drive back to our hotel. I mean, when in London, you have to take a black cab at least once, right?!
We got back to our hotel around 5pm, promptly fell into bed, and woke up a few hours later. Oops! The nap felt so good, though, so I’m not even going to be mad about it. I wish we were the type of travelers who can be go-go-go all day and rally on the first day in a new country, but that’s just not who we are. Instead, when we got up, we meandered down to the hotel bar where we got drinks and I had a small pizza for dinner. Easy, peasy.
Oh! And while we were sitting at the bar, I realized that we had completely forgotten about the river cruise. We had even paid extra for this excursion in our hop-on/hop-off bus ticket. Sigh! I blame jet lag. We never ended up taking the river cruise during our trip, womp womp.
And that was our first day in London: Some bus shenanigans, two bookstores, five books, one delightful nap, and a missed excursion.
What kind of traveler are you: go-go-go on that first day or take it easy to combat jet lag?












































