Mini-Mini-Break II: South Kensington (Part Quatre)

After leaving Holland Park, I wandered up Phillmore Walk to Horton, where I went back to Kensington High Street. The sights were just amazing...

At Kensington South tube station...

...and then back to the hostel on Queen's Gate. Lovely, non?

Inside the hostel...



So the hostel was lovely: it was large and old and felt almost regal. Staff was great, though Torontonians are quite pompous, aren't they? I'm not talking about my friends, the ones who live in Toronto now. I'm talking about those humans who were BORN in the T-dot. The ones who grew up at Young and St. Clair, you know the ones. Anyway, when I'm talking to a fellow foreigner who is clearly from Canada, I tell them I'm from Toronto because it's just easier than saying, "Hamilton". Then I'm called out. Case and point, the conversation with the gal at reception:

Me: "You sound Canadian, where are you from?"
Her: "Toronto! You?"
Me: "Oh get out, me too! Where abouts in the city?"
Her: "Something-or-other and such-and-such. You?"
Me: "I'm actually from Hamilton. I just say Toronto because it's easier."
Her: (scoffing) "Yeah, I'm a real city gal."

Oh, pardon e moi, c'est vous plait.

Checked in to the hostel then (because earlier I had only dropped off my bag), and went to see the room where I'd be staying. Four shirtless Frenchmen were lying in their beds, looking up at me, oh-la-la-ing around in their beds. Charming. Later, at about 1 am, one Frenchman came in, vomited all over the floor and on his bed, and stunk up the joint something fierce. Delicious. Staff was amazing though...they turned on all the lights and cleaned that mess right up. The odour of Ajax and vomit sort of prevented a good night's sleep, but the trip was still quite awesome ;)

After leaving Queen's Gate, I walked along the campus at Imperial College. What a beautiful campus. Loved hearing the music drifting out of the open windows, since spring was definitely in the air.

Leaving Imperial College, I meandered down to the Science Museum. Love love loved that place, as you might imagine.

I spent most of my time at the science museum looking at the history of medicine, but I did see quite a few artsy displays focused on war (Britian's first love, if you ask me).






Isn't this place magnificent?

Art? And science? Awesome.

One of my first glimpses of the Natural History Museum. I avoided this place like the plague simply because there were a barrage of children hanging around it. I cringe at the thought.