A couple of American guys left Lubbock and landed in London last Friday.
Starting right here is where we’ll try to share the good, the bad and the ugly and try to spare you the trudging details of travel in-between those things.
The flights were good in that they set us safely down on British soil. And we got to our hotel easily. After a much needed overly long nap we ventured out to take a walk and get some food… Indian chicken wings and butter chicken.
Colin explained to me the other day that he has long been on the hunt for the best wings, and on Thursday he said, “unquestionably the best wings I’ve ever eaten.” So thank you Noor Delicious Indian Food on Bath Rd in Hounslow for what you did for Colin!
Then we had a nice walk back to the hotel and slept overly long overnight as well.
Saturday morning (barely), we took ye olde tube to go visit His Royal Highness, our pal Chuck, at his fancy house. It was a beautiful 70 degrees and sunny. Here’s Colin messing up my picture of the nice house with his Seattle hat.
Then we went to go listen to Chuck’s big clock ring.
Watch to the end of the video below and you’ll see Colin’s hat get in the way again.
As soon as we were done with the king we chuckled about the pigeons depriving poor Field Marshall Jan Smuts of his dignity, we went to go look at this big church.
The big church was unavailable to us weary pilgrims… All tickets were sold out for the day. There’s a sermon in that somehow!
Just a note of thanks to Colin here. I’m older and slower than he is, and he was incredibly patient to match my pace.
We went next to the Bunhill burial grounds where many non-conformist burials were performed (evidently over 123,000 burials in all over many years) including John Bunyan, Baptist hero, and author of the second greatest book in history, Pilgrim’s Progress.
Sitting on the other side of Mr. Bunyan in this picture, on a bench, was an old man watching us. As I was about to walk away to find Colin (who was off fighting the temptation to hop a fence to go get a closer look at Isaac Watts’ tomb), the old man asked where we were from.
This led to a gospel conversation with an interesting angry man, and guess what…
It’s 4:00am in London as I write this, so I’ll share this story on the next post asap! A little cliffhanger for the day.
I will say though, the man’s name is Ian… Please pray that Ian might be saved! Goodnight!
I’m gonna get some sleep before church!
- Jon
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