On my walk to the train station, I finally met an aussie. A young woman who was in England doing work for the university of New South Wales. It was nice to hear a familiar accent. The train trip was going well for the first three hours, and then the announcement came, due to problems, this train will terminate at Plymouth. Everyone will need to take all your belongings, and another train will be waiting on the opposite platform. Hundreds got off to no awaiting train. After fifteen minutes a train coming from the opposite direction finally arrived. We then waited for all the people on this train to disembark, and watched them get on the train we had just abandoned. After reboarding, our train headed towards London and the other back towards Falmouth. Seems crazy to most people, but probably suits the crew as they go back to where they came from. The train then went at half speed as the announcement came the train was limping to London because of some other problems. They also announced if your journey has been delayed by more than one hour, you can make a claim and receive a full refund. The delay was fifty four minutes, so bad luck for the punters. I finally arrived at Emily’s at five pm. We  had a quiet one with Emily cooking a lovely pasta. Saturday morning rain. We ventured out later in the morning,  but lots of buses cancelled due to road closures,for the huge orgaised protest against Israel. When we finally found out way to covent gardens, we saw it first hand. Huge, must have been ten deep, and a mile long. The rain by now was intermittent. We walked a bit and went to the Huntigton museum. Very interesting, the man had thousands of exhibits of human and animal bits of body parts saved in bottles. There were also lots of bones. After checking out a few other places, we rode bikes through London back to Emily’s, which ended in tragedy. At about twenty five kms per hour, and successfully getting through London traffic and roundabouts,  including traffic lights,my front wheel caught the kirb,  and I went flying. I did some damage, mainly to my right arm. We abandoned the bikes and got to a pharmacy just on closing time. The pharmacist suggested the hospital, but I didn’t think it was that bad. Caught the bus home where Emily did a great job cleaning up the mess and bandaged me up. I then inpain,sauced out the local for some medication. Finally out of pain, I slept well. My final day in London was five hours at the hospital, getting sorted medically, which included exrays for any chips or breakages. I came through ok. We then bought bagels and went for a walk in an ancient cemetery in Chelsea. Not finding a spare plot,  we headed home by bus. I thought, no more bikes for a couple of weeks. Tomorrow morning I’m flying home with a bashed up right arm. I have had a great time and hope to do some more next year. Cheers, and thanks for joining me.