Typical...not

So many thoughts stormed into my head as two huge men with machine guns entered our train. The looks on their faces read 'mess with me and die'. I thought of the terminator as they scanned the crowd. I suttlely slid my phone in my pocket so it wouldn't be confiscated, praying in my head, please God I don't want to be deported. The police walked off the train and the doors shut. How exciting! Who would have know our trip to the British Museum would end up like an action movie. The guns are so much bigger than I imagined! 

Ten minutes before the two huge men entered our train we had stopped in the tunnel. Non of us thought anything of it. They announced that there was a signal problem with the train and we would be going shortly. Typical tube problems. After waiting in the tunnel for about 7 minutes the train started moving but they announced we were not allowed off the train. We made it to our stop, but forced to stay in. Something was up. The platform was completely empty. Which was very odd for a Friday, well for any day actually. After waiting another 5 minutes the doors open and the terminator twins came on the scene! 

When we were released we walked through the station and saw about 10 more men in bullet proof vest with machine guns. Outside the station we could see helicopters in flight and police cars parked. We walked away curious to what was happening. There were reports of suspicious talking. But still unknown. 

Good news is we made it to the British Museum and it was more amazing than I imagined. Checked off another dream! 

This is the British Museum. It stopped me in my tracts. Job well done England lol

This is me and a mummy named Ginger. He was so well preserved that you can still see his red hair. (And Moritz photobombing in the back. Lol)