When you're flying to the other side of the world, it doesn't matter too much which direction you take to round the globe. We decided to go East and take a pit stop in London.
One of the benefits of life in the Foreign Service is that you end up with friends spread out all over the world who have spare bedrooms. Luckily, our friend, Melissa, was assigned to London and was willing to offer her bunk beds in her spare bedroom to us for a night.
It was my first trip to London, and the only memorable events other than Hillary being able to order a "proper Guiness", was our attempt to check out Buckingham Palace.
As we approached the palace, the police started urgently ushering tourists and locals away. As we crossed the field on our way back towards the Tube, we heard a loud explosion. Apparently, the police had blown up a "suspect package" that had been left a little too close to the queen.
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