Now that I'm back in Nottingham, I can finally talk about the hostel we stayed at in London. It's called The Clink (http://www.clinkhostel.com/en/index.html). I forgot to take pictures of it, but it's an old courthouse. The open internet room is in the courthouse and you can sit in the witness booth or the judges seat. Pretty cool. I was clean and I felt safe there, which doesn't always happen at hostels. The only problem is that I think I'm getting too old for hostels because I was about to throw down with a few of the other guests.
Our room was on the ground floor. Nice enough, and we had our own shower and bathroom...hallelujah! Our next door neighbors consisted of 2 members of our group and on the other side were a group of young Italian boys. They ran up and down the halls banging on doors and screaming all night long. Hank finally stuck his head out the door around 2 am and stared them down until they apologized and were quiet for about 2 minutes. We didn't sleep much.
On Saturday, we were waiting for a cab and a middle eastern guy sat down next to Hank and asked him what his name was. Hank then asked what this guys name was and he responded "My name is the enemy of women". Ok? Then Hank asked him if he was on holiday and the guys said "no, I live here". Ok...creeper. Luckily the cab showed up and we ran away.
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