Due to an unexpected abdominal pain I had to be taken to Saint Mary's Hospital by ambulance just two hours after having got to the youth hostel where we would be staying at for the next two days.
I was discharged at around nine in the morning but still being under the influence of the intravenous medication slept all the way through till two in the afternoon until Mia, whom I had incited to go out, despite the fact that she had gone through the whole ordeal at the hospital and had been awake all night, called me to find out if I was feeling better.
She picked me up, as I felt no pain and we both headed towards Oxford Street and then down towards the river Thames bank. We would have not time to visit anything but would at least be able to take some photos near the well known places like Piccadily Cicus, Trafalgar Square, the Houses of Parliament, the London Eye, Covent Garden, Soho and whichever places we would have time for.
London can be a real nuisance because everywhere one happens to go to is either overcrowded or one just has to "elbow" people out of the way to be able to get a semi good photograph ... and that afternoon was no different.
I don't honestly know how I managed to walk such a distance, but even if I did without feeling any worse than when I left the hostel I did look rather sick, judging from the very few photos I took, which I dare not publish.
(to be continued)
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