The picture many travellers have of London is of a cold, dark, drab & dreary city shrounded in mist and fog.....eternally dank. Nothing could've been further from the truth as we emerged from 20,000 feet, touched down and walked into what was a London heatwave. Having just come from Hong Kong we were somewhat aclimatised; way more so than most Brits we saw who were struggling under the enormous weight of 'uncomon conditions' as quaintly put by at least one reporter on the BBC Radio. Heathrow for the uninitiated is daunting. Fortunately, this wasn't my first time through this massiv, sprawling monument to rather poor planning. Whilst this was a new experience for the rest of the tribe, we managed to clear customs, find the Tube station and lug our two bags aboard a train for the hour trip into St Pancras Station. Out on the street for the first taste of London, we faced the eternal travelers dilemna....left or right? Made the right decision and turned right, trudged 200 metres up the road to our home for the next 4 days. St Pancras YHA appeared like a haven on the horizon and was more than we had hoped for. I've got to say it....YHA's are a great place for families; generally safe A room of our own, ensuite, breakfast included; not too bad for 70 pound. We even had a view so made the most of it as we unpacked and settled in; just long enough to get our bearings, find our London maps, pack our little daypacks and hit the high street. And yeah....it was damned hot! So much to see but was tickled by the Bag 'o Nails pub just up the street.....so quaintly British.
