We woke up rather late as breakfast would only be served from ten onwards and we had already realised we would have not time to go to Camden, as we had thought of previously and would be going to Notting Hill and Portobello Road instead.
We photographed the pub pertaining to the Youth Hostel we were staying at and then its outside. It was almost incredible to consider I had been lying down on those outside benches surrounded by flowers with a strong abdominal pain caused by a renal cyst just the night before.
We walked all the way down the street and turned right towards Notting Hill. I had been used to the old London cabs and it came as a surprise to see they were now rather different, though I must admit they were still nice to look at.
We could see people exhibiting their artistic works along Bayswater Road as we continued towards Notting Hill Gate, upon which we turned right into Portobello Road.
It started raining really heavily and at one point we strongly considered giving up the stroll altogether, but the British weather was definitely playing tricks on us, once minutes later the sun broke through that greyish-like sky and the heat became suddenly unbearable.
Having bought a few things, amongst which was a ceremonial Indian coat I bought for myself, we felt we should make our way back to the hostel, so as to pick up our heavy packs and get on the bus to the airport. We missed the bus we had tickets for but were fortunate enough to have been allowed to board the following bus.
The "Playtime" was over ... we were getting back home and the ongoing routine we so much dreaded ... but we would at least have a few memories to hold onto ... London was and will always be an interesting city to go back to ...
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