London! (In a tubs accent). So we got our flight OK and after not one hitch we made our way to Stansted, blah blah, on the train and arrived somewhere in the middle of London.
Out of the “East end” exit for novelty purposes and we were on our way. Wandering around for a while waiting and killing time, we finally got a phone call from Rosin (Antos Aunt who we were supposed to be staying at). Read the full story