I also requested and paid for the youth hostel breakfast, but I was not in a good condition to eat this morning. I left early to make sure I was in time for the bus. When I arrived at the bus stop, no one was waiting. There seemed to have been an earlier bus 15 minutes earlier, but I didn't notice it. Before the time came, more and more people were waiting for the bus.
The 555 bus that arrived was a double-decker. I climbed up to the second floor of the bus so I could get a good view of Lake Grasmere, but this was a mistake. I was not feeling well, and the train shook a lot, which made my condition worse. I also had a cold.

From Windermere Station, there was a two-car train. This one was unusually air-conditioned, so it was cold. At Oxenholme Station, I changed to the express train to Euston, which arrived at the station at almost the same time. I was feeling cold, so I put on a windbreaker over a long-sleeved shirt. I put my backpack on my lap and fell asleep leaning against it.
When I arrived at the last stop, London Euston Station, I first looked for a toilet. It was like a ticket gate, you put in 20p and push the bar to enter.
I really wanted to go straight to the airport. But my flight was fixed so I had to stay in London until tomorrow. Eppingforest YH, where I was planning to stay, had not replied to my reservation email. It was tired and far from the station, so I would be in trouble if I arrived and the reservation was not made. So I decided to go to Holland House YH, which I'm familiar with. It was also tired to walk from the station. I somehow managed to get to the reception and asked them to let me in, even though I didn't have a reservation. I was given a key to room 5, number 55, the same as last time, and decided to take a shower and go to bed. I won't do any more laundry today.

The next morning, I got up at full brightness. I sat down in an empty dining room and relaxed. It was hot in the room, but the cool air outside was refreshing, and I finally felt better. It seems that the coffee vending machine won't work unless I put in 50p today. I had a leisurely breakfast before leaving. I could go to Heathrow Airport in the afternoon, so I decided to go to the British Museum in the morning. Squirrels appeared here and there in the trees beside the road through the park.
When I tried to board the subway at the station north of the park, the automatic ticket gate wouldn't open. Hmm, that can't be. I showed the attendant my one-day pass, but he told me that this ticket is valid from 9:30. I still have more than an hour to wait. I have no choice but to walk to the next station to wait. There was a bench on the sidewalk, which was rare in the city. I took a break here. A young officer who was in charge of parking tickets was working briskly by the side of the road.