Unlike the BART, which shrieks like a thousand very angry cats in heat (don't believe me? Ask ANY Bay Area resident), the Heathrow Express moves like a whisper and even faster getting from the airport to the heart of London in an easy 20 minutes. From there it was a quick hop on the Underground to Lembath North, just up the street from the hostel to the lovely surprise of seeing California weather has followed me to the UK.
Just outside the grounds were the Victoria Gardens, one of many in the city. Like San Francisco London has a LOT of parks, open spaces, and green belts.
Just next door to the famous Houses of Parliament was the equally famous Parliament Square, one of the oldest public spaces of its kind in Western Europe.
Just around the corner is the ancient and famous Westminster Abbey, the place where kings have been crowned since before the signing of the Magna Carta. An impressive facade it had an even more impressive line which put something of a damper on seeing the place today; nothing more tiring than standing around waiting for something when your body is still convinced it's 1AM in spite of the sun's opinion to the contrary!
And so it is time to head back to the hostel and catch up on the rest my body is urgently reminding me I'm supposed to be getting. At least crashing through the flight then walking around the city should get me past the worst of it, making tomorrow and the rest of the trip more than worth the fuzzy-headedness of the flight.