Morning. I have awkaken with a stomach full of Greek cuisine and a rested body. The hotel room has a peculiar bathroom arrangement; there is a small, closet-sized door which leads to a self-contained, extremely space-efficient stall. The sink and mirror share the stall with the shower.
There’s supposedly a continental breakfast downstairs, so I am about to find my way to a cup of coffee. Then it will be a long day of booking hostels and (hopefully) seeing some of historic London. I cannot afford to pay 50 pounds for a room again, so I do hope I will be able to find suitable accommodations.