We arrived at Keflavik airport at 12:15 am with a stopover in Frankfurt. Near the luggage belt there is a duty free store selling alcoholic beverages, including beers, which has the best prices in Iceland. The Icelanders when they fly load here. After picking up the bags we have to find the car.

Keflavik airport is very small and in a corner are all the car rental companies. We decided to leave the airport. As soon as we leave, it starts to rain that made us retreat and return inside the building. We watch the rain and think about calling the contact number, when a guy introduces himself to us. We almost hugged him. We got into a van and go to the stand, which is about 1.5 km from the airport.

The first question that arises is whether it will be necessary to rent a 4x4. Considering the route we had scheduled, we would only really need to go to Landmannalaugar. The rest of the itinerary, in principle, was accessible by normal car. Was it worth it then to pay the difference between a normal car and a 4x4, just because we were going to need it for one day?

An alternative was to rent a normal car and go to Landmannalaugar by bus. There is a bus with an intermediate stop in Hella. We discarded this option because it forced us to stick to its schedule, which is very scarce, and also the Hella-Landmannalaugar-Hella journey cost reduced somewhat the economic advantage of this alternative.

In addition, taking a 4x4 would give us the freedom to get into anytime by any place that caught our attention. So we finally chose to rent a 4x4. After comparing prices and opinions, we opted for a manual Renault Duster Diesel version with unlimited mileage, an extra driver, and insurance.

Our initial contract includes CDW Collision Insurance and Civil Liability Insurance. The CDW does not cover damage caused to tires, windows, upholstery, locks, keys and remote controls or damage by refueling wrong fuel. They offer us an additional gravel protection insurance that we include.

They deliver the Duster to us with the full gas tank and we have to deliver it full, otherwise they will charge us. When we go outside to pick up the car we see the white Duster and very new, but the front license plate is missing. The agency guy told us that it did not matter, and we can take the car. Only the rear registration plate is mandatory in Iceland.

We do a quick review of the body and the employee notes on a paper that it has scratches on the back. He explains a little about the handling. We ask questions, pay the remaining amount and we sign the papers. The employee gets into the office and we stay there in the rain, trying to put all the luggage in the trunk.

Happy with our acquisition we went towards our accommodation in Reykjavik which is very well located on highway. We arrived easily from the airport to the guesthouse. It is on the third and fourth floors of an ugly gray building. The reception is on the third floor inside the dining room and it was not easy to find it. We were received by a very nice girl.

We have a room with private bathroom and breakfast included. It is without a doubt the worst accommodation we have had, but I do not say it is bad. The room is a bit shabby, but the beds are very comfortable, the duvets gorgeous, the heating great and the bathroom small, but it's worth it. The only downside is the price. With what we paid we expected a little more luxury, although it was the cheapest thing I found with private bathroom.

We got warm and took umbrellas, because it rained a lot and we got out to see the capital of Iceland. We mark the GPS to go to the Hallgrimskirkja, which is the church. Well today everything is cut, and access to cars is not allowed. All cars try to access and none could. There was no way to get close to the center of the city.

And looking for the way to access, we ran into a policeman who noticed that we did not have a front license plate. He pulled us aside. We explained that it was a rental car and that we had been told there was no problem. We showed him the contract. After about ten minutes he told us we could continue and that everything was fine, but that the police were going to stop us all over the country.

During the trip we saw very little police and none stopped us. We have seen many cars without front registration and some without registration. And thanks to this since the cop ordered us to pull down a street, we found parking in a field where we parked free and very close to the center, next to the port.

From the car park we were very close to the famous Hot Dog stand. Located on Tryggvagata Street people say they are the best in the world. We were not hungry with what they had fed us on the two flights, but it was lunchtime and we had to try them. They are very good. The secret is the mustard sauce with honey and the crunchy onion.

Next to the Hot Dog stand begins Laugavegur. It is a pedestrian street that has a lot of charm. It was full of people. There were musical groups singing and many things that caught our attention. We reached Lake Tjornin from which there are beautiful views of the Frikirkjan Church but that it was all cloudy.

From Laugavegur street we walk to the Hallgrimskirkja, Lutheran Church, spectacular on the outside and inside. In front is a statue of Leif Eriksson who is said to have arrived in America 500 years before Christopher Columbus. The Church was full of people singing and playing classical music. They gave us a little book so that we could join the choir, but it was in Icelandic and we did not understand anything.

Our next stop was the most important sculpture in Reykjavik called Solfar, which is the remains of a Viking ship. It is very pretty. Moving on, we come across the Harpa, a modern building that houses the concert hall and conference centre. It was crowded with people. Inside there are restaurants, bars and exhibitions.

In the harbor, very close to the Harpa Building and from where we left the Duster is the famous and picturesque Saegreifinn Tavern. The grandfather was a fisherman who kept his nets in this building that became a tavern. Here the richest and cheapest fish in Reykjavik is served. It was already dinner time and we were very clear that we wanted to have dinner at Saegreifinn. There were many people and we had to wait a while, but it made up for it.

The prices are affordable and the fish is so fresh that it does not smell like fish. It has a counter with products and prices. We choose what we want, ask at the bar and we pay. They give us a number and they serve us at the table. The most famous is the lobster soup with pieces of lobster served with plenty of bread. It was what I liked least, but my companions loved it.

There are also skewers of different fish that are delicious and are so fresh that they do not taste like fish. I have the salmon skewer, which is exquisite. We also tried one of a white fish that we did not know and that was delicious.

The whale cap is very typical. There is also a large whale steak. We took the lid, to try and it is not bad, but the other fish were better. The place is a bit seedy, but it has the charm of being a traditional place and the food is to die for. Water, tea and coffee are free and we serve it ourselves.

We also have beer that is very good. After dinner we went to sleep as it had been a long day and tomorrow we had to get up early to start the return to the island.

Road Trip in Iceland in a Renault Duster images wallpaper

Day 2

We got up early and had breakfast in the guesthouse. There is toast, cold meats, cereals, some sweet or muffins, hard-boiled eggs, tomato, cucumber, yogurt or skyr, coffee, infusions, jams and some fruit. We picked up our things and we set off. It was cold, but the sun was shining.

We took the Ring Road that goes around the whole island. We go north, because we are going to turn around following the hands of the clock. Before arriving at Akranes there is an underwater tunnel and is the only toll road in Iceland. When going to Akureyri they charge at the exit of the tunnel.

Before reaching Borgarnes and before crossing the bridge over the lake, we took the Hvanneyri road on the right and continued. We passed through the town of Reykholt, famous because it was the birthplace of Snorri Sturluson, an Icelandic writer. The house can be visited, but we do not stop.

We continued until we saw a sign to the left that indicates Hraunfossar and that leads to a parking lot. All these roads are good and are paved. There are two pedestrian paths from the parking lot. The one on the left leads to the Hraunfossar waterfalls in less than a minute and the one on the right to Barnafoss. Although at the end the two roads meet and form a unique circuit.

Hraunfossar are waterfalls different from all the others. Normally the waterfalls are inside a river. However Hraunfossar is a set of jets that come out as from inside the earth and fall to the river Hvita. It was our first waterfall and we loved it. In the same river Hvita, a little higher, is this waterfall.

It has a macabre story of some children who drowned years ago at Christmas. There is a poster telling it. Apparently there was a natural stone bridge to cross the waterfall and the children fell. The mother destroyed the bridge and now they have made a wooden bridge.

We go back and continue on the north and immediately left a detour to Deildartunguhver. At the end there is a parking lot. It is a thermal area from which water comes out at 90 degrees and which serves as heating to nearby towns. Locals say it's typical to bring sausages and eggs to cook them in the water and eat them right there, but we did not see anyone who did it.

It's small and we see it right away. In the parking lot there was a small booth where they sold small tomatoes. We continue to Akureyri. A few kilometers ahead we saw the sign that announced Glanni on the right. At the entrance the road forks in two. We have to take the one on the left and we reach the parking lot, where there is a cafeteria and a shop.

Next to the store, the pedestrian path goes straight on until we start to hear the noise of the waterfall and a path to the left takes us to the viewpoint. Located on the Nordura River, they say it is the home of Elves and Trolls.

Our next stop was the village of Blonduos, which is crossed by the Ring Road. We wanted to see the church called Blonduoskirkja that has the shape of a volcano crater. It's next to Highway. We take the opportunity to exchange money in a bank and to buy in a supermarket some salads, cold meat, a small bread loaf pack, and water bottle.

We stopped to eat on the road on the way to Akureyri, in a place with wooden tables. On all the roads of Iceland it is common to find places with tables to eat. Sometimes they are located in beautiful places. The problem is that often an icy wind blows and there is no stopping.

Our next stop is Akureyri, which is the second largest city in Iceland, after Reykjavik. We parked next to the Akureyrikirkja, which is the main church. It is up and we have to climb a nice flight of stairs full of flowers. From above the views of the harbor are very beautiful. From Akureyri we continue on highway to Godafoss, where we have our accommodation next to the waterfall.

A few kilometers before arriving we can already see the cloud of water that forms the waterfall. The official entrance is indicated by the road which is where the sign that Godafoss is, but we skip it. We enter which is where was our accommodation for tonight. This Guesthouse is composed of several buildings, all yellow, and has different types of accommodation.

There are rooms with shared bathroom, private bathrooms, and cabins with private bathrooms and camping. We had rented a room with private bathroom and breakfast, without a doubt the most expensive accommodation we had. But they gave us a large cabin with a private bathroom and beautiful. For the price we paid we deserved it and still it still seems expensive.

After settling in, we went to see the falls. From the guest house there is a path and in a matter of 2 minutes we were at the waterfall. I have no words to describe it. We see an immense arc with an impressive torrent of water. On this side we were alone. On the other side there were several cars and some buses.

We had a good time enjoying the views. Then we went to the pedestrian bridge, thinking that the views from there would be wonderful. We can only see the river with a small waterfall after the waterfall. We wear very warm dresses, even with hats and gloves, but still we were frozen.

We went to our cabin that was warm and very nice. We heard the wind blowing outside and we eat bread with the tomatoes we had bought in Deildartunguhver. We went to bed early as next morning we had to get up early to visit Lake Myvatn.

Every Christmas or on dates before Christmas we like to take a trip around Europe for a week, more or less, to get to feel the Christmas atmosphere in other places. This year the chosen city was one of the most visited on these dates, and in any other, London. During our somewhat less than a week we were able to visit the main points of interest of the capital of England and the United Kingdom.

London is one of those cities that it is true you can visit at any time of year, since bad weather can surprise you at any time and, always has something interesting to offer the visitor. But if what you like is Christmas and shopping, the end of november is your moment to travel to London. We bought the tickets in advance, in September to travel the last week of November. And although it seems soon, around mid November, London is adorned with Christmas lights and flea markets.

Trip to London Winter Wonderland before Christmas

Day 1 in London

We took advantage of our first minutes waiting in front of the door to draw up a plan of what to do in London this afternoon if the schedules respect us. Unlike previous trips this time we have a very vague plan and our goal is to cover the list of things to visit as the experience progresses.

After a few minutes of the scheduled time for boarding, we got on the plane. It seems that everything goes smoothly, but the bad news does not take long to arrive. There seems to be a air traffic congestion in northern France that prevents the control tower from authorizing the takeoff of our flight.

There is no choice but to sit in our seats and wait for the situation to improve. So they inform us by public address while the flight attendants give explanations to the passengers in an English whose accent is clear from the beginning that it is not the American we are more accustomed.

The plane starts moving around an hour later than expected. From that moment, there are no more unforeseen events. We bid farewell to the ground and start flying over the Mediterranean heading northwest. We did not take long to see from the window the snowy Pyrenees welcoming us to the French airspace.

The sky remains clear throughout the journey until we start flying over the British Isles, at which time a blanket of gray clouds confirms our arrival. It does not allow us to enjoy too much the views from the heights. Thinking already in GMT time zone in less than 3 hours we landed at the Stansted airport, which as you can imagine is not the closest to the city center.

As I had already purchased the bus tickets when doing the online check-in, we simply had to pass the customs (somewhat slow, but that's what it has when it comes to real controls) and, go directly to the bus station located just outside the terminal, one floor below the arrivals area.

We take our bus to Paddington train station (only four subway stops from our hotel). I had some sandwiches in my bag to eat. We take advantage during the trip on the bus. We arrived at the accommodation at about 3 pm. Let's talk about hotels. Life in London is alarmingly expensive and accommodation is no exception.

During our first steps of preparation for the trip, we quickly reduced the list of possible accommodations to just two or three locations that offer cheaper rates in exchange for sacrificing certain amenities. Anyway, I started looking around the periphery and found the hotel, which adapted perfectly to what we were looking for with good price, good communication and above all spaciousness.

The room had the inevitable carpet, but everything was immaculately clean, and we had a king-size bed, small table with a large armchair, large desk with plasma TV, complimentary coffee and tea service (the first day they give us bottled water too).

There were ironing board, and a large bathroom with a nice bathtub. The downside is that everything was a bit outdated with old switches. The hair dryer should be in a relics museum and the toilets needed a change, but we were in England! Anyway we were comfortable in the room, the heating worked perfectly. So once we were already set, we still had the whole afternoon ahead and we could start discovering this famous city.

Well, first we go to an exchange office and the supermarket to buy something for breakfast and snacks for the next few days. We are not very good friends to take stuffed sausage, that is why we have to try the gastronomy of the country we visited, but this time it would have been very good for us.

Our first visit is the Natural History Museum, just across the street from the hotel with the help of Google maps previously downloaded on the smartphone to not depend on an Internet connection that we do not have. The facade of this building, as well as its interior is impressive. Its original architecture seems to move you to the world of Harry Potter novels. We enjoy like true children in the red zone, where we find an earthquake simulator and in the blue zone, that of the dinosaurs.

At the end the visit to the museum took us something more than we thought. There is so much to see and to learn, and that was not far from the hotel. In the afternoon we wanted to do something very British and have the Afternoon Tea, that is, the typical English tea at 5 o'clock.

But then, after a good time, we went to the Diana Memorial Fountain conveniently located near our current position south of the park. The memorial in honor of the late Lady Di consists of two divergent channels of granite through which the water descends until it is again in its final destination. In one of them the water flows calmly without obstacles. In the other the water finds multiple obstacles that symbolize the stormy life of the princess.

The silence of the place combines perfectly with the sound of flowing water, creating a pleasant and relaxing atmosphere. Only a gang of ducks threatens to create scandal, but finally settle for soaking the beaks and legs in the waters of the source. We continue our tour of Hyde Park bordering the Serpentine Lake that crosses the park diagonally. Throughout it the local fauna enjoys the rest that the scarce affluence of public grants.

We are surprised to find a section in which the waters are delimited by buoys and a public pool is announced, and it is hard to believe that anyone wants to bathe in waters clearly affected by the questionable hygiene of ducks and derivatives. I must understand that in the bathing season they manage to isolate the waters so that they remain clean, since otherwise, at first sight, entering them seems a risk to health.

As we approach the eastern end of the lake, we can see a ferris wheel and a free fall attraction in the distance. We decided to go towards them, walking like this until the northeast corner of the park. What we found there is Hyde Park Winter Wonderland. What is Winter Wonderland? It is the amusement park that rises in Hyde Park from the end of November to the beginning of January on the occasion of the Christmas holidays.

The flea market, or better said the Christmas market is bigger than we have seen. We walk next to roller coasters, haunted houses and of course dozens and dozens of food stalls for all tastes. The deployment of the town hall to entertain young and old during the holidays is enviable. It has attractions that have nothing to envy to an amusement park and the Bavaria area, without a doubt the best.

Our tour through the attractions takes us to the corner of Marble Arch, where the metro station and a transfer connecting the red line with the black line allows us to reach the London Borough of Camden town. Its streets are filled with clothes, tattoos and piercings stores, and walking north offers us the Camden Market, a street market and a fixed visit in the agenda of all tourists.

Taking advantage of the fact that there do not seem to be many people waiting for their turn, we decided to eat first at a Kentucky Fried Chicken near the subway station before resuming the march. Although we enjoy the food (a burrito and a portion of chicken with potatoes and drink, in this area it is preferable to take advantage of the appetizing food stalls of the market, as we would discover a few minutes later.

If you like Christmas and the Oktoberfest, this place will enchant you. Here we were until 10. The rush hour is already in the past and the wagons have a much clearer appearance. We arrived at the hotel exhausted after an intense and irregular day and we hurry to unpack our bags after having left them as we arrived to avoid losing time.

We go to the pub-like bar to have a drink. It was a typical English atmosphere Like the one we see in the movies, besides, all Christmas decorations were beautiful. The last thing left to do is to vaguely decide which area we will visit tomorrow with renewed strength.

After that, I take advantage of the irregular internet connection of the hotel to watch The Road Trick episode on Netflix and then I put the plugs to sleep. The steps of our neighbors on the top floor crunch the ceiling, which makes us crave a room on the top floor, free of footsteps on the roof.

Trip to London Winter Wonderland before Christmas

Day 2 in London

We woke up for the first time on London soil. Spending the night has not been entirely easy due to the excessive power of the heating and the noise that the old hotel window seems to make when the wind hits it hard. The Weather Channel mobile app assures us that we have about five degrees of temperature in the street. Despite this, we are already quite recovered from yesterday's journey when we got up at 7 in the morning.

We went down to the underground floor of the building to discover that breakfast service included with the reservation of the room. There awaits us a dining room with about 12 tables through which two women go, one quite young and another who from the moment zero reminds us one from the Downton Abbey series.

When she approaches us to offer us breakfast, her accent only adds to the resemblance. Breakfast consists of a selection of cereals, coffee, tea, toast with jam and butter spread, juice and a main course that undergoes small variations every day. The combination of today is egg, bacon and beans. We do not know how cold we are waiting outside, but with such embarrassment I do not think it matters.

Sated we go back to our room where we only have to take our backpacking kit to take to the streets and discover London in broad daylight. For a first contact with the city, we decided to hire a free tour. The tour started at 11 o'clock in the morning, a very prudent hour. In it we visit the West End, one of the most popular and characteristic areas of London. Here is the famous Big Ben and Westminster Abbey.

The tour lasted about 3 hours, so after the tour our guide took us to a restaurant where we could try the famous Fish & chips with drink and dessert. It is a overrated plate with a thawed fish fillet, battered and fried in abundant oil accompanied by equally lousy potatoes practically anywhere in London for the same price.

During the tour we met a young couple with whom we become good friends and, we decided to sign up for the night tour of the best places for Saturday night in London. As it was still early when we finished eating, we went all together to the British Museum.

I do not know if it was because we visited it quickly (we did not have much time because the museum closed before 6), was full of people who crowded in front of the showcases or that was so many things you could see but I was a little disappointed.

Of course, I loved seeing the Rosetta stone but the mummies, the coffins and other remains of the pharaohs of ancient Egypt (a culture that, by the way, I love) seemed like simple objects in a showcase. Probably, an audio guide, such as the one provided at the Pergamon Museum in Berlin, would have added more value and understanding to the visit and to the objects exhibited there.

As when leaving the museum it was already dark around 4:30 pm, I decided to take advantage and see the Christmas lights of the surrounding streets. We walk through streets like Oxford, Regent crowded with people, shops with attractive shop windows and fascinating Christmas lights. Without a doubt, this is one of the best things we can do when you visit a city like London.

And, just like that, letting go, and a little bit on purpose too, we arrive at the Victoria's Secret store in London. It is a place that even my girlfriend likes to accompany me for shopping. And then, we head towards the hostel. We needed to shower and change our clothes to go for a guided tour of the wild saturday night party in London.

The Spitalfields neighborhood seemed different. The Backyard market, a large brick warehouse deserves special mention in which besides, of course were food stalls (we ate in one of the Bulgarian food stalls). On the ground floor, we find endless second-hand clothes and vintage accessories and some strange characters. Here there is no haggling and an authentic military jacket can take a good part of your budget for the trip.

Maybe it was the neighborhood itself or the selected clubs, but it was quite a disappointment. We did not fit much in those places. Of the gambling dens that they took us, I liked only the first one, which is even recommended in the Lonely Planet London guide.

In it, as we learned the next morning, is one of Banksy's original art (for those who do not know him he is a famous graffiti artist, one of whose works (a graffiti on the wall of a building that was going to be demolished) was sold for $ 800,000.

The beer in all of them was terrible. For all this, after the last bar we decided to return to our accommodation. To our surprise, despite what the guide had told us about our first free tour through which we had hired him, the subway was closed and the bus ride was much more difficult than that one could wait. It took us almost two hours to arrive.

We did not see the time when we get into bed and rest which did not happen until after 3 o'clock in the morning.

Trip to London Winter Wonderland before Christmas

Day 3 in London

After a first attempt to wake up at 5 o'clock, it is finally at 7 o'clock when we cannot go back to sleep. Today's plan does not require large early risers so we would have preferred to take advantage of the circumstances to sleep a little more than usual.

Today, it was our last day in London and we had two options either to take a day trip to the prestigious Oxford or Cambridge university or walk quietly and not leave a corner of the city without seeing. Guess what was our choice? Faced with what many I am sure you have thought, we decided to visit those outstanding places and repeat those that we liked the most.

We wanted to enjoy the city, stroll through its streets, aimlessly, lose ourselves, ultimately, enjoy. For the breakfast of the hotel this time we did not go there as what better way to start the day than by taking a typical English Breakfast. Despite its exaggerated price it did not fill us as much as expected. The place chosen, was a very cute cafeteria that was close to the Gloucester Road subway stop.

Around 9 o'clock in the morning and after stopping at a newly opened souvenir shop in which to buy a thimble and a key chain, we enjoyed our cafes in the desert dining room below the premises waiting for the British Museum to open its doors in an hour. Along the way we spotted a group of cyclists dressed as Santa Claus and his elves whose history we would discover later.

Next, we headed to the Victoria Underground Station. It had dawned a bright day and we had to take a good place to see the change of guard at Buckingham Palace, which during the winter takes place every odd day, if the weather allows, at 11:30. Is it worth spending an hour waiting while your feet and hands freeze? Absolutely No.

To us it seemed like a joke, an act prepared for the tourists like us. Especially when the band started playing songs as well known as songs by Bruno Mars. When the show ended, it was already close to 13:30. We only have to see the main facade of the palace, less photogenic than we expected, from the heights of a Victoria Memorial that on the other side allows us to see now from the distance the Big Ben clock.

We exchanged a few pounds at the exchange office next to the subway mouth of Victoria (which, surprisingly, was the best in all of London) and we went for a stroll. And since we were already hungry we turned to the cafe. I had found in one of the free subway newspapers a coupon and since most of the food we had tasted had seemed like garbage to us, at least today we would also eat garbage, but more cheap.

We reached again the Big Ben, now with a sun that makes the golden tower look much more. We cross the Thames through the nearby and well-traveled Westminster Bridge, which, as we move away from the tower, brings us closer and closer to the huge wheel of the London Eye on the other side of the river. It is located next to a discreet boulevard inside which we find a cafe and a recreational room with bowling. A Star Wars flight simulator mocks my lack of coins to succumb to temptation.

We follow the course of the river beyond the London Eye, which we ignore. The price is somewhat excessive even in these circumstances, even more so when in future days we expect a skyscraper with totally free views. After crossing the cute park of Jubilee Gardens we reached the Southbank area, where we discovered for the first time the love Londoners have for street food stalls.

After a few minutes we turn left to get away from the river to reach the large and busy Waterloo station, from which after a transfer between the black lines (Northern) and green (District) takes us to our next destination, another with frikis connotations. We arrived at Earl's Court.

Only one of the two of us is a confessed whovian, but that's enough for a visit to the vicinity of the Earl's Court station to be a fixture on our agenda. And why? Well, because it is here, practically on the doorstep of the station, where the only blue police cab can be visited in the city of London. And it so happens that one of those blue cabins was the design chosen by those responsible for Doctor Who to camouflage the protagonist's TARDIS, that spacecraft capable of traveling through time and space and that is bigger on the inside.

The TARDIS has no hint of the magic and epic with which I imagined when I return to be a child watching the series. Here it is old, dirty, with the remains of some sign that had to hit him in his day and stuck wall to wall with an adjoining kiosk that prevents being able to surround it completely. Pedestrians ignore it as they would with a normal telephone booth and only a punctual tourist like me seems to pay more attention than usual.

After the geek quota of the day we returned to the subway to return, now with daylight, to the Piccadilly Circus. Neither under these conditions we were impressed by what we expected, and after contemplating the hustle and the illuminated signs and taking advantage of the fact that we still have 90 long minutes before nightfall, we took the path on foot to Trafalgar Square.

London's quintessential square welcomes us with a lively, festive atmosphere. Residents and tourists intermingle in the constant hustle and bustle of a nerve center of the city. The center of the square is starred by the statue on high dedicated to Admiral Nelson and in front of her and only distracted by some Christmas decorations waiting for the staircase that ascends to the National Gallery.

We climb up to its entrance, from which we have privileged views of the whole plaza seen in the distance by the Big Ben clock. Taking advantage of the fact that access is free (although a donation of four pounds is requested) we access the interior of the main art museum in London. It is not our intention to explore it in full, so we use a map to decide what is most interesting to include in our journey.

The debate ends when we see that there are several rooms dedicated to impressionism, L.'s favorite artistic current. We are going to them, soon finding several paintings by Claude Monet and Vincent Van Gogh among others. The most universal of the paintings that we have the opportunity to see is The Sunflowers of Van Gogh.

Still inside the National Gallery, we sit for a few minutes in the wooden benches in its corridors with the free internet connection, discreet but sufficient to catch up on social networks. We decided here our next steps, which will consist of going downhill Regent Street after having traced it previously thanks to two subway stops of the brown line (Bakerloo).

Regent Street is notably adorned with Christmas motifs and shops for all pockets succeeding one after another, during his journey we make a small incursion between the H&M and Gap racks before entering the Hamleys toy store. If you like toys, Hamleys is your place. A place with as much surface as El Corte Inglés dedicated to the leisure of the small and not so small. In its five floors employees follow each other demonstrating all imaginable gadgets, from dolls to drones.

And for the cries of emotion some seem to enjoy more than the customers themselves. We also find here merchandising of some film and television franchises, although in all the comparisons the prices are somewhat more expensive than in Forbidden Planet.

Along the way, what this morning were isolated cyclists dressed as Santa Claus has given way to literally armies of Father Christmas strolling through the streets. In subsequent research we would discover that today was the SantaCon, a new tradition whereby every December hundreds, thousands of people disguised as Santa Claus walk the streets of big cities like New York, Portland or now London with the sole intention to Drink and have a good time.

In London that translates into taverns still more full of the usual and invaded by red clothes and white beards. We complete the walking tour of Regent Street reaching Piccadilly now to the north, where we get back on the subway to get off at Covent Garden. Ten minutes on foot after we arrived at the place to cross out another must from the list.

At the recommendation of a friend, we chose a place to fulfill the obligatory mission of eating in a fish & chips. The best of the dinner is the glass of Skyr, a yogurt typical of Iceland that reminds us of the wonderful trip lived a few months ago.

The place is small and more austere than the web page had foreseen. Despite this, we reached an hour where it is not difficult to get a place to sit. The menu shows substantially cheaper prices for take-away service than for eating at the store. We ordered the variety with calamari and the most classic dish of cod. In both cases, there is all the good that battered fish can be for two people who are more adept at meat.

Both the potatoes and the tartar sauce that accompany them fulfill and fill. It's 5:30 pm and it's already dark at night when we end the dinner, which has left us by the not insignificant figure. After what would be the last subway trip today and sharing a car with Aziz Ansari's secret brother, we arrived at the hotel after 6:00 pm.

With a good handful of new memories on the back and the only goal of resting to face the next stage, we can only relax, shower, see a chapter of Homeland and turn off the lights of the room around 22:00. For now, today it is not necessary to resort to earplugs. With the luggage already prepared, within six hours the alarm of our mobiles will kick us out of bed to take the long way to Gatwick.