Date: Wed, 25 Nov 2009 13:17:59 EST
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Castaway Hotel Grand Reopening 3: 21 - 22

Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 3 by BW
Copyright 2009 by billwstories
Chapter 21 -- Look Out London, Here We Come.

**Author's Note:** Please read the disclaimer in Chapter 00 before you read
this.

The flight went quite smoothly, although the boys were gradually beginning
to suffer from cabin fever.  I think we were all quite relieved when we
heard the pilot announce we would be landing shortly.  We touched down
safely, disembarked and made our way through customs.  After I showed the
assortment of passports and answered a variety of questions, we made our
way to our ride.  It was now approaching 7:00 a.m. local time and I was
glad I thought to have our travel agent arrange for suitable transportation
during our stay, which would begin with our trip from the airport to the
hotel.

Realizing we had such a large group, I knew it would be difficult for us to
get to most places together by the usual means.  That's why the travel
agent and I had detailed the entire trip, so she could arrange for similar
transportation whenever we needed it.  A gentleman in a uniform spotted us
as we came from customs and asked us if we were the Curries, which must
have been quite obvious from the size of our group and assortment of ages
and races.  I was sure the travel agent had forwarded that information to
everyone we would be dealing with in the UK, but the driver was very polite
and asked us to follow him.

After we retrieved our luggage, he quickly arranged for it to be taken from
the baggage claim area and loaded into the storage compartment of a small
bus.  Then we found ourselves getting onto a private tour bus to make the
trip to our hotel.  We'd be staying here in London for the first part of
our vacation, using the hotel as our base of operations.  >From there we
could travel around the city and also take a few day trips to other
locations when necessary.  We were all led to our rooms and then everyone
moved their things in, according to the room assignments we had agreed upon
earlier.

We would begin our stay here by going out for breakfast and then spend the
remainder of the day waiting for the rest of the family to arrive.  During
that time we would merely relax and get acclimated to the time difference.
Once the last of my older children arrived and we were finally all
together, Jordan and Nicky left to spend some time with their folks, since
they hadn't seen them in about a month.  This also meant they would be
staying with their parents during most of this trip, except when my boys
could wheedle them an invitation into one of their rooms.

This time we'd have the typical four rooms for us, but the couples would
have their own rooms and Robert would be sharing a room with me most of the
time.  The arrangement of the rooms would be that I'd have the buffer room,
with my older children having their rooms on one side of mine, or
occasionally even on the other side of the hallway, while the boys rooms
were on the other side of mine.  The 'sex room' would be the middle room of
the remaining three, to isolate the noise and keep the others from hearing
what was going on, including Robert.

We all turned in fairly early that evening, since all of us were very tired
and not yet adjusted to the new time zone, but I made certain everyone knew
our sight-seeing would officially begin tomorrow, beginning with an early
breakfast.  Although there were some scattered complaints, including a few
from my older children, who wanted to know why we couldn't just sleep in.
I then explained the arrangements had been made in advance, so we had to
stick to a schedule, which provoked one of them to mutter something about
knowing better than to let me plan the trip.

Danny, Brandon, Pat and Carlos were in the 'sex room' tonight, but I
doubted anyone would have the energy or inclination to take advantage of
it.  No one should be sexually frustrated or in desperate need of relief
yet, after spending time together at home.  Therefore, I went to bed with a
clear conscience and slept like a log.

Sunday morning I got everyone up early, as I walked up and down the hallway
banging on the various doors until each one was opened, although not
everyone who greeted me was thrilled to do so.  We ate a continental
breakfast at the hotel restaurant, before loading into the minibus again
and making our way to our first stop, one of the oldest structures in
England.

The first site we visited was the Tower of London and I gave the boys their
very first lesson in English history.  This was because all of them had
expected to see a single tower standing isolated from everything else, not
the stone fortress that awaited us, so I was eager to explain their
misconception.

"The Tower of London got its name, not because of the fact there was a
single, prominent tower, but due to the fact it was a 'tower of strength.'
Many believe there will be an England, as long as this Tower exists."

I then went on to inform them there had been a Roman fort at this location,
just after the start of the Common Era.  William the Conqueror later chose
this same site, because of its strategic value, and built a wooden
structure to begin with.  In 1078, William commissioned a stone fortress to
be built on the site, replacing the wooden one.  It took twenty years to
construct that first portion, with successive kings adding on to the
structure.  Richard I was the one who had the moat included.

"Did the kings live here?" Kevin asked, as he looked about.

"At various times," I informed him, "the tower has been used as a fortress,
a palace, a prison and an armory, as well as for other purposes.  The Crown
Jewels are currently housed here for visitors to come and see."

"What are those?" Sammy wanted to know.

"The Crown Jewels includes some of the crowns worn by various Kings and
Queens, since they all seem to prefer something unique for themselves," I
replied, "but it is also made up of other precious insignia of the monarchy
and priceless treasures."

The boys seemed intrigued and wanted to go see those items, so we made our
way to that area.  After a considerable wait, we finally filed through and
gawked at all the fabulous items on display there.  "Has anyone ever tried
to steal all this stuff?" Jay asked, while staring at a bejeweled crown.

"I'm sure they have, but I know of no such attempts being successful," I
explained.  "Possibly in the past it might have been easier to get away
with such an attempt, but as you look around and notice all the various
types of protection used to keep these items safe, I think a thief would
have a difficult time even getting away with a single item."  I believe
they all agreed with that observation.

Later, as we were walking around the grounds, Danny happened to spot
something of interest.  "Hey, it says on this plaque in the ground that
people were beheaded here," he shouted to the others.

"Yes, not all of the history of this place is very pleasant," I remarked.
"Many executions have taken place here, including the beheading of Anne
Boleyn, the second wife of Henry VIII.  It has also been speculated that
Richard III even had his nephews killed here, in what is now known as the
Bloody Tower, so he could become King instead of one of them."

At first the boys had a very disgusted reaction to this information,
wondering how an uncle could want his own nephews killed, as they looked at
Jordan and Nicky, whom they were so found of.  But seeing those two
beginning to get upset about this as well, my clowns decided to lighten the
moment and went into one of their routines.  Ricky quickly knelt down of
the grass, above the plaque indicating where the executions were held, bent
forward and extending his head.  At that moment, Cole gratefully pretended
to chop it off and then put Graham in a similar position, so he could do
the same thing to him.  Cole then switched places with that pair and
gleefully allowed his mock execution to take place, which set off a massive
chain-reaction.

Seeing this taking place, Dion decided to pretend he was Richard III and
started stabbing his nephews, Jordan and Nicky.  Soon I had a collection of
bodies sprawled upon the lawn, which drew polite chuckles from some of the
other visitors, but also caught the attention of one of the Old Beefeaters.
Beefeaters make up the security force that patrols this facility, and they
are dressed in period costume, from the time of Henry VIII and Elizabeth I.
They got their name due to the fact that they were among the few that ever
got meat to eat during that time period.  Seeing what my boys were doing,
he made his way over to me and spoke.

"Pardon me, sir, but if those chaps belong to your party, would you please
have them remove themselves from the pitch and stick to the walk ways."  I
apologized and quickly made the boys get back on the path.

Even though they had complied with this request, they had drawn
considerable attention to themselves by this time.  Although many of the
people looking in our direction were laughing at the boys antics, there
were a few, like the Beefeater, who didn't find them amusing and considered
them incorrigible.

"That guys sure talks funny," Trey observed, since he had been one of the
few who didn't get involved in this fracas.  "What the heck is a pitch?"

"To the British, it's an outdoor grassy area, such as this lawn," I told
him, "or it can be a playing field for various sports, such a cricket or
football pitch."

"Crickets have their own fields," Trey countered, confused.

"No, there is a sport that is played here that is called cricket," I told
him, "and it's played on a circular field called a pitch, and their
football pitch is what we'd refer to as a soccer field."  He looked a
little less confused, but I think it was actually more than he needed, or
even wanted, to know.

After I stopped their hi-jinks, the boys remained unfazed by their
detractors and we continued to make our way around the place.  The next
point of interest was Traitors Gate, which was the low, arched gate leading
from the moat along the Thames River, through which traitors were brought
into the Tower.  This sparked a discussion about who had been escorted
through there, so I told them many, many people, including a great number
sent there by Henry VIII.

As we finished up there, I felt we'd had a very interesting visit and I
think the boys learned a great deal.  In fact, I was thrilled to see they
seemed quite impressed with all they had discovered about this place and I
knew they would always have a whole new set of mental images the next time
someone mentioned the Tower of London.

>From there we went out to see Tower Bridge, a drawbridge built in 1894
with an imposing tower controlling each side of it.  Everyone believes this
was the bridge that the Americans who bought the London Bridge, thought
they were actually buying.  The London Bridge was merely an ordinary stone
bridge that now sits in the Arizona desert.

Everyone was getting hungry by now, so I decided it was time to introduce
them to real British Fish and Chips, doused in malt vinegar.  For those of
you that don't already know it, chips in England are what Americans refer
to as French Fries, although thicker and less greasy.  The fish is batter
coated and malt vinegar is poured over the entire purchase.  It is really
quite good that way and no one argued about how it was served or asked for
tartar sauce (heaven forbid).  If there is one food that the English do
well, it is definitely their Fish and Chips.

>From there we went to St. Paul's Cathedral.  This is really just the
current cathedral to St.  Paul to sit upon this site.  The previous
cathedral was a large Gothic structure that burned down in The Great Fire
of London in 1666.  Later, the noted architect Christopher Wren was asked
to design a new cathedral.  He submitted three designs, the first two being
rejected before his final design was approved.  This design was based on a
Latin cross plan, with a large dome over the area between the nave and the
choir.  Construction began in 1675, but the building wasn't completed until
1708.  The exterior is done in the Renaissance style, with massive columns
on two levels.

As with most English churches, many notable people are buried in this
church.  Some rest in various sarcophagi around the structure, while others
are interred beneath the floor.  In St. Paul's you will find the final
resting place of Lord Horatio Nelson (the British Admiral who was killed at
the battle of Trafalgar, during the Napoleonic War), the Duke of Wellington
(Arthur Wellesley, the Field Marshall who defeated Napoleon at Waterloo)
and Christopher Wren (the architect who designed St. Paul's), among others.
The boys wanted to know why they didn't bury these people in cemeteries, so
I explained that it was their way of honoring famous people.  They seemed
to accept that response and nothing more was said about the matter.

After this, we decided to do a foot stroll around the neighborhood, so we
could get a feel for the area.  It's easy to drive through the area, but it
takes on a whole new look when you're on foot.  It was not only a pleasant
walk, but it gave us some fresh air and a little more exercise.  By the
time we finished our little stroll, we were all quite hungry, so we
selected a nice looking establishment and asked if they could handle our
number.  After some discussion and rearranging, they told us they would be
happy to serve us.

The boys had many questions about the items on the menu, some of which I
could answer, but there were others we needed to ask for assistance from
the staff.  The boys decided to try a variety of things, so they split into
groups of four to six boys, and shared the different dishes they ordered
amongst their group.  That way, they could try a variety of different
items, without having to worry they'd go hungry if they didn't like what
they ordered -- not that I would have let them starve.

There was some squabbling over who got what, as some items were coveted by
all the members of the group, but I tried to stay out of these petty
quarrels -- which wasn't always possible.  At one point, I did have to
summon the 'wisdom of Solomon' concerning one particular entree.  What I
ended up doing was to place another order for the disputed dish, divide it
myself into equal portions, and then serve them to the group.  There was
still some minor grumbling about other disagreements, but we survived the
outing.  All in all, it was quite a unique dining experience and the boys
eventually ate their fill.  Once we were done, we made our way back to the
hotel and went to our rooms to recuperate.

Tonight it was Cole, Graham, Dion and Trey's turn in the 'sex room' and I
figured there might be a little fooling around, but not a lot.  It was kind
of a relaxed evening and Sammy and Andrew decided to spend the night in my
room.  Sammy shared the bed with his Uncle Robert and Andrew snuggled with
me.  It wasn't that he needed any reassurance or there were any problems,
but he did seem to need some extra loving and cuddling tonight.  Possibly
this was a throwback to what had happened in Houston, but regardless of the
reason, I was happy to oblige him.  He felt loved and secure with his body
pressed tightly against mine and spent the entire evening with his head on
my chest and one arm draped over my stomach.

Monday began with a quick breakfast and the boys grilled me about where we
were heading while we ate.

"Today, we're going to see the Houses of Parliament," I informed him.
"You'll probably recognize the building immediately, at least the clock
tower, which is referred to as 'Big Ben.'  We will go inside and you will
be able to see where the two houses of the British government meet."  The
boys didn't look overly enthused, but I hoped that would change once we got
there.

The land upon which this historic building rests was originally the site of
the Palace of Westminster.  The edifice was first constructed in 1050, but
destroyed by fire in 1834.  Seeing Parliament had frequently met at this
location, the current structure was built between 1840 and 1860,
incorporating the remnants of the destroyed Palace.

Years later, the House of Commons was also destroyed, during the German
bombing of England in 1941. It was rebuilt in a similar style after the war
and is what we see today.  We went through the various places open to the
public and discovered it was an intriguing mix of the past and the present.
The boys were impressed with the richness and splendor of the building, and
those who weren't with us when we visited Washington D.C. were amazed by
how large the paintings were that adorned the building, unlike the ones
we'd have in our homes.

When we went to view the various chambers, we discovered both the House of
Lords and House of Commons were in session.  We made our way to the
Strangers' Gallery, a balcony running around each chamber, and began to
watch the proceedings.  The boys soon bored of this activity, since the
members were currently making lengthy speeches, so I decided it would be
best if we left before one of them decided to liven up the proceedings.  I
had already heard a few of the older boys making jokes about the various
speakers and saw them imitating them, so I was concerned their imitations
might get loud and recognized from the floor below.  Some of the other
tourists were chuckling over the boys' antics, with a few of them even
encouraging the boys to do more animated portrayals of the various
speakers.  Therefore, making a conscious attempt to maintain the dignity of
the chamber, I hurriedly ushered the boys out of the gallery and we made a
hasty exit from the building.

They were still considerable buzzing about the various things we'd seen and
some of my showmen were even giving us a replay of their imitations of the
MP's (Members of Parliament), as we looked for a place to have lunch.  My
older children thought the boys were not only hysterical, but also very
accurate in their portrayal of some of the rather formal gentlemen who had
spoken while we were there, but I begged them not to encourage our
comedians further.  My adult children all laughed at that as well, but
realized where I was coming from and gave me a break.

For lunch, we decided to try some curry (why not, it had a good name) at a
Pakistani restaurant.  Of course, I suggested they all order the mild
curry, except for Michael, since he loved spicy food.  For the rest of us,
however, including those who lived at home, I felt the mild would be more
appropriate, since I did not use a great deal of spices at home either.  I
was afraid of what the regular curry would do, not only to their mouths,
but also what effect it might have on their digestive systems.

Possibly, I should have let them order without my words of precaution, as
it might have quieted some of my jokesters for a while, but I took pity on
them and made sure they would have no adverse reactions to the meal.  We
ordered the curry and chips as take-out, or take-away as the locals refer
to it, and found a quiet place to sit and eat.  It wasn't long before
nearly everything had been devoured, so I diligently guarded my helping,
since I ate slower than the rest of them.  It was quite an enjoyable meal
and then we walked from there to our next site.

Westminster Abbey was just a short stroll from the restaurant and the
Parliament Building.  The Abbey is a huge Gothic Cathedral and its location
and original construction is largely attributed to Edward the Confessor.
The former church, which had previously stood upon this site, according to
legend was to have been consecrated by him on December 28, 1065.  That same
structure was also said to have been the site of the coronation of William
the Conqueror, Christmas Day 1066.  Parts of the Confessor's church still
remain intact, below ground, but the current structure was begun under
Henry III in the mid-thirteenth century.  The abbey was finished in the
late fifteenth century, with enhancements made in the early sixteenth and
seventeenth centuries.

"Hey, isn't this the place they held Princess Diana's funeral?" Brandon
asked, quite excitedly.

"It most certainly is," I agreed, noting that his simple comment also
sparked a greater interest from the other boys.  "Although she isn't buried
here, many of England's Kings and Queens are."

"Like who?" Pat wanted to know.

"Well, most of them, but most notably, Edward the Confessor, who ordered
one of the earliest churches to be built on this site, Henry III, who
commissioned the structure you see now to be started, and Elizabeth I, who
was queen when the English began exploring and colonizing the New World."

"Is that guy who overthrew the King and had him beheaded buried here too?"
Danny asked, unable to come up with the name he was searching for.

"I think you mean Oliver Cromwell," I told him, "but he's no longer buried
here.  He was at one time, but when Charles II was restored to the throne,
he had Cromwell and his followers bodies exhumed, hanged and decapitated."

"I guess he was more than a little pissed off at that guy," Dustin
commented, but not meaning for me to overhear him.

"Yes, well it was his father who was beheaded by Cromwell, so I guess he
thought it was only fair," I shot back.

"So only kings and queens are buried here?" Jay followed.

"No, there are many others entombed here to," I responded, "such as Sir
Isaac Newton, the scientist, authors Charles Dickens and Rudyard Kipling,
composer George Frederick Handel and the British 'unknown soldier' from
World War I."

"I guess you had to be famous to get buried here," Dion stated, after
hearing the names.

"Mostly, but not quite," I stated.  "Also buried here is a gentleman named
Thomas Parr, who lived to the ripe old age of 152 years and 9 months.  He
lived through the reigns of ten monarchs, from 1483 until November 15,
1635, and was buried here by order of Charles I, the king at the time."

"So they have to be really important or lived to be older than you," Ricky
teased, which caused all of the others, including my older children, to
giggle at his insinuation that I was ancient.

In the end, the visit was quite inspiring.  Not only was this structure
different from the types of churches the boys were accustomed to, its
splendor was absolutely breathtaking.  After answering all of their
questions, I was glad I'd done my research before we left home and spent
some of the previous evening going over my notes.

After that, we went out to eat dinner and then I took everyone to see a
play in one of the marvelous theaters that London is noted for.  This was a
modern production and somewhat comical.  The boys did have some trouble
following it, mostly because of their unfamiliarity with the British accent
and some of their terminology, but I tried to help explain what they had
missed or didn't understand.  For most of them, it wasn't their favorite
activity of the trip, but it wasn't a total disaster either.  For Trey,
however, it was a breath of fresh air and gave him a whole new interest.

After that, we went back to our hotel and turned in for the evening.
Ricky, Jay, Danny and Brandon had the 'sex room' for the night and I
overheard them discussing another try at intercourse, without the
penetration for Ricky and Jay, the same as they had done before.  It seemed
to me that Danny and Brandon were the ones to suggest it, knowing the other
two were still timid about what might be expected of them in return, but
they quickly reached an agreement and went happily to their room.

 Cole and Graham asked to stay in my room and their big brother quickly
agreed to the arrangement.  Graham slept with his older brother, while Cole
cuddled up next to me.  Sammy and Andrew had gone to spend the night with
Dustin, Kevin, Trey and Dion, who were sharing a room, and the older boys
were very good at keeping them occupied, while still giving them plenty of
affection.  When they turned in, one of the little ones slept sandwiched
between one of the older pairs, which was a position they seem to enjoy,
immensely.  I almost wish I could have sneaked in and checked on them
during the night, to see their expressions and how their bodies
intertwined, but felt it best to leave them their privacy.



Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 3 by BW
Copyright 2009 by billwstories
Chapter 22 -- Palaces Galore.

On Tuesday, we continued hitting the typical tourist attractions by going
to what would turn out to be one of my favorite places, Hampton Court
Palace.  This was also one of the places Steve had mentioned to me as being
one of his favorites and I couldn't help but agree with him.  Although it
doesn't seem to draw the same amount of attention as some of the other
sites, it piqued my imagination as I made the tour.

As we went along, I informed the others that, "Thomas Wolsey, who was soon
to become Cardinal Wolsey, commissioned this structure to be started in
1514.  It is massive and contains 280 richly furnished rooms.  As his
stature and power rose, this Catholic Cardinal came into conflict with the
King of England, when he opposed Henry VIII's divorce from his first wife
and remarriage to Ann Boleyn.  This became a major battle between King
Henry VIII and the Roman Catholic Church, which caused Henry to break all
religious ties with Rome and form his own Church of England or Anglican
Church."

"Wasn't she beheaded at the Tower of London?" Kevin asked, showing he had
definitely learned and remembered something from one of our other stops.

"That's correct," I confirmed.  "But Henry was a gentleman about it and
brought in a French swordsman to do the job, at Ann's request.  She decided
she'd rather have that, than have the executioner using the typical English
axe, which wasn't as sharp or reliable.  You see, sometimes it would take
several blows to do the job."  The boys reached up and grabbed their necks
at this point, thinking about how that might feel, but they still seemed
fascinated by it.

"Is that what happened to 'Nearly Headless Nick,' in the 'Harry Potter'
books," Dion asked, drawing the connection between what I was telling him
and his literary pursuits.

"It might very well be," I informed.  "Although it doesn't say precisely in
the story about why Nick's head didn't come completely off, it might just
be for that reason."  The boys all looked at each other, making faces and
tilting their heads off to one side, imitating what 'Nearly Headless Nick'
must have looked like, after that botched attempt.

"Anyway, lets get back to the story about this place.  This all occurred
during the time of the Protestant Reformation, so it wasn't totally unheard
of to break from control of the Pope in Rome, but that wasn't what was so
unusual.  The most striking difference in this case was that Henry also
proclaimed the reigning monarch to be the head of the church, instead of
one of the clergy.  This is still the case today, as Queen Elizabeth II is
not only the Queen of England, but also the head of the Church of England.
So, after Henry broke with the church in Rome, he confiscated all of its
property, which included this structure, and then he proceeded to make it
into one of his palaces.  He enlarged it almost immediately and throughout
his lifetime spent a great deal of his time here, preferring it to his
other residences.

"As you will see when we get to see some of the rooms, Hampton Court Palace
has secret doorways in various places, where doors have been built into and
blend in with the walls around them.  Henry liked to use these, at his own
whim, to escape from having to see unwanted advisors or other unwelcome
guests.  When they would show up, he would pop through one of those doors
and then turn up in another part of the palace, which saved him from having
to experience a confrontation."

"Do you think they'll let us go through one of those secret passages?"
Ricky asked, with a twinkle of mischief in his eye.

"I'm afraid not, champ, so you won't be able to play any of your tricks on
us by using one of them," I joked, before getting back to the subject.
"When Henry died, Hampton Court was used by his successors and remained a
valuable property of the Royal Family.  Over time, demolitions,
alterations, and additions were made, including the 1540 addition of the
huge astronomical clock you saw in the courtyard, but I guess that's more
than enough information about this place," I concluded, getting numerous
nods of agreement in return.  Seeing their response made me feign a hurt
expression and I immediately pulled an overly dramatic Sarah Burnheart, to
let them know I was only trying to enlighten them, so they could appreciate
their visit more.

>From that point on, the boys were happy to walk about and investigate the
palace.  They were also greatly amazed by the size and magnificence of all
of the furnishings that were evident throughout the massive structure.
However, that seemed like nothing to them, once they saw the King's
staircase and the huge painting that covered the upper wall and ceiling.
Viewing this, they were totally overwhelmed.  It was certainly splendid and
we could only imagine how much time and energy it had taken to create such
a large and glorious work of art.

After leaving that area, we continued through the building, examining the
various rooms and listening to various tour guides telling stories of its
past.  I think the boys were quite fascinated when they overheard one of
the guides telling about one of the long corridors that led to the private
chapel.  The guide told those who were with him that Catherine Howard,
Henry's fifth wife, came screaming down this hallway, running toward the
chapel, where Henry was said to be praying, after she learned she was to be
executed for adultery.  Hearing this, the boys suddenly realized she was
another of those who had been beheaded at the Tower of London.

We were leaving the building when we found something equally as remarkable,
the gardens and lawns.  The grounds were beautifully manicured, with
walkways leading down to the Thames River, and the sights and colors were
inspiring.  It didn't take long before the boys also discovered the Hampton
Court maze, which is made from large, full and well-trimmed hedges, and I
allowed them quite a bit of time to run about this interesting feature.  In
fact, all of us tried our hand at navigating through it, from my youngest
grandson to my oldest son.

The boys asked me if they should each take a little one with them and I
told them there were enough of us around, it was a fairly confined space
and there were enough others going through the maze that it shouldn't be a
problem.  Therefore, each boy would be able to try this on his own.
Hearing this, the boys waited and went off at intervals, so they wouldn't
be following too closely behind each other.  That didn't mean they didn't
run across one another while they were in there, because it is a very
limited space, but they tried not to follow any one else and do this on
their own -- even the younger ones, to their parents' slight discomfort.

We were like lab rats scurrying through the psychologist's maze, running
into dead ends and having to start over to find our way out.  The boys
thought it was a blast to go from one end to the other, and slowly we began
to emerge from this unusual adventure.  Eventually, however, I was required
to go back in to rescue some of our little ones, mainly Nicky and Andrew,
because they had become hopelessly lost in the collection of dead-ends and
false pathways which proliferated within the design.  I felt bad when I
realized their predicament, because I heard them both crying and calling
for me.

As I led my 'lost boys' from the grasp of the all-consuming shrubs, I
emerged looking like the Pied Piper with the children of Hamelin.  Not only
did I have my own flock, but I also managed to pick up a few other strays
along the way, making us quite a formidable group as we regained our
freedom.  After being thanked by the parents of the other children I had
helped to liberate along the way, we took note of our current situation and
looked at our watches.

None of us had realized how long we'd been there and how late it was
getting, but we had already gone well past our normal lunchtime.
Therefore, we decided our next stop should be to grab a quick bite, which
would only be to tide us over until dinner.

After finishing our small and hasty meal, we agreed to take a walking tour
of this area, to kill what time remained, before going back to the hotel
and then out to dinner.  We actually walked around that neighborhood for a
couple of hours, and it was quite a relaxing and scenic stroll, before we
went back to the bus and rode back to our hotel.  At that time, we quickly
washed up and a few even changed, before we selected what type of place we
wanted to dine.

It was nothing elaborate but it did take care of our needs.  After we
finished dining, we went to Piccadilly Circus, which isn't a circus with
animals and such, but merely another famous section of London.  We saw it
first it the fading daylight and then got a totally different view of it,
once it was lit up for the evening.  The area was awash in the glow of
numerous electric signs, streetlights and the illumination escaping from
the numerous windows of the buildings that surround it.  In the center of
the Circus stands a great bronze statue of Eros, erected in 1893, and a
barrage of cars and buses flowed around it almost constantly.

After we were satisfied we had seen all that we wanted to there, we went
back to our hotel, exhausted from our day's activities.  All of us quietly
headed to our rooms, ready for a little down time.  Cole, Graham, Trey and
Dion had the 'sex room,' but I was fairly convinced that little, if
anything, would be happening in there again tonight.  Just looking at them
I could see they were dragging.  We had done a great deal of walking
throughout the day, taking in a wide variety of sights, and I could tell
that their eyelids were already beginning to droop, even before they made
it to their beds.

I learned later that Jordan and Nicky had talked their parents into letting
them spend the night with Pat and Carlos, while Sammy and Andrew were in
with Danny and Brandon.  Ricky and Jay made sure they got to stay in my
room and Ricky shared a bed with his big brother, while Jay slept with me.

Jay had matured a lot since our first vacation together and was also
beginning to fill out a little too.  He was no longer that gawky, spastic
boy who we used to make fun of, but as I discovered that evening, he still
seemed to enjoy any added attention from me.  Since that first time when he
announced he wanted me to sleep next to him, instead of constantly being
with Ricky, whenever I shared a bed with that pair, he has continued to let
me know he wanted us to remain close.

Now that he was in bed with me, Jay kept inching his way closer and closer
to my body, until he was pressed tightly against me.  Once our skin
touched, he grabbed my arm, pulled it over his body and then wrapped both
of his arms around mine, squeezing it tightly.  I could almost see the grin
spread across his lips as he did this, even though he was facing away from
me at the time, and now his body almost melted into my own.  That's the way
we eventually fell asleep.

The next day we had a quick breakfast, before leaving for Buckingham
Palace.  The Palace hasn't been open to public tours for very long and its
exterior isn't all that impressive, just a large imposing, rectangular
building.  It's when you get inside that your heart begins to race with
excitement.  The structure was originally the Buckingham House, built by
the Duke of Buckingham in 1705.  George III, who was King during the
American Revolution, bought the house in 1762 and began adding on to it
almost immediately.

Over the years, various other wings were added, but Queen Victoria was
actually the first monarch to take up residence there.  There are several
statues of her inside the palace and a large monument to her out in front.
Everything in the palace seems huge, elaborate and spectacular.  It's just
hard to describe the enormous portraits of previous members of the Royal
Family, all of the other beautiful works of art done by famous artists, and
the humongous and elegantly decorated rooms.  Everyone was quite impressed
by the tour and we left the Palace grudgingly.

"Dang, I was hoping to see the Queen," Jay announced, somewhat
disappointed, after we walked out of the building.

"Hang on and I'll run inside and get you an audience," I announced, pulling
his leg.  Jay looked up at me and stuck his tongue out.

"Very funny, Pop," he deadpanned, after drawing his tongue back where it
belonged.

Even though we had finished our tour of the public portion of the building,
we did not leave the grounds.  Before we did, I made sure the boys were
also able to witness the legendary changing of the guard.  It was filled
with pomp, rigidity and total concentration on the part of the soldiers,
reflecting the centuries of tradition incorporated in this event.

"They look like robots," Graham acknowledged, noting their stiff,
mechanical movements.

"You might have something there," I told him.  "I wonder if the Queen has
someone build them in her basement."  Suddenly, Graham shot me a look that
might have frozen me to the marrow, if he'd had that power, as he thought I
was making fun of him.  Suddenly, I felt the need to clarify myself, so he
didn't keep that impression.

"Okay, sorry," I confessed.  "I just couldn't resist the opportunity to
make a joke about it.  You've got to admit, the idea of them being robots
was kind of funny," I added.

"Not really," Cole responded, in his brother's defense, "and it wasn't a
very good joke, Dad."  Now, I felt duly chastised.

After a quick lunch, we took a look at St. James Palace, which had been
built by Henry VIII.  That might also explain the similarity of the feel of
the place and its outward appearance, especially when you compare Hampton
Court's clock tower to St. James' main entrance.  Possibly, it was just the
brick Tudor style they used, though I suspect there was more.

The boys, however, were more fascinated by the Grenadier Guards who are
posted there, than the architecture.  You know the ones, with the tall
'Bearskin' hats and bright red dress jackets, who stand so rigidly and
unmoving when posted at Royal locations.  I guess their particular style of
remaining straight-faced and unmoved turned out to be an irresistible
challenge to some of my troops.

"Bet I can make him smile, maybe even laugh," Ricky announced to his
brothers.

"No way!" Dustin countered.  "Those guys are trained not to smile or laugh,
even though many, many tourists try to get them to do so.  They can get in
big trouble if they do."

"Well, I bet I can do it anyway," my unflappable clown repeated.

"Go ahead and try," Danny challenged.  "I'll bet he won't even pay you any
attention," he added, giving a smug grin in anticipation of Ricky's
failure.

For the next few minutes, first Ricky, and then Ricky, Cole and Graham, did
everything short of tickling the guard, trying to make him break from his
rigid, stern gaze.  They made faces, told jokes, shouted things like 'watch
out' and 'off to your right,' before trying a more slapstick approach.
They must have been at least a little amusing in their attempt, because
plenty of passersby where grinning or chuckling at their antics, but the
guard remained unfazed.

Finally, thinking they had more than enough time to play the role of 'court
jester' and wishing to move on to something else, I announced we were
leaving.

"Told you that you couldn't do it," Dustin sneered, feeling vindicated.

"I could have done it eventually, if Dad didn't make us leave," Ricky
responded.

"Could not," Sammy offered, unable to keep out of this bickering.

"Could too," Ricky snapped back, making this sound like a childish squabble
between younger children, before I told them all to hush up and get moving.
Although they weren't happy and their disagreement wasn't settled, at least
as far as Ricky was concerned, we moved on to our next stop, which was a
boat tour on the Thames River.

Over the course of the boat ride, the boys learned the Thames was a major
thoroughfare for London, throughout its history.  Not only has it been the
main source for commercial traffic, transporting goods in and out of the
area, but it was used for private transportation as well, as people used it
to move from one place to another.

This tour allowed us to see another side of many of the buildings we had
already toured and viewing them from the river was impressive.  Along the
way, the boys discovered the Thames flows past the Houses of Parliament,
Westminster Abbey, St. Paul's Cathedral, the Tower of London and Tower
Bridge, as well as Hampton Court Palace.  That's one of the reasons Kings
and Queens even took boats when traveling between these places, since it
was a direct route and far less uncomfortable than the bumpy ride they
might have to endure, riding carriages over the rough dirt roads of that
era.

Not only did we see many places we'd been to, but the ship's tour guide
also pointed out many notable spots we hadn't visit yet.  Although some of
those places weren't on our itinerary, I think the boys worried that I was
going to lead them on tours of each and every one of those locations.

Although the ride was lovely, Ricky's constant attempts to convince his
brothers he could have been successful at making the guard crack up, if
given more time, finally proved to be very annoying.  After seeing the
reactions of my older children to this constant give and take and listening
to it for as long as I could, I finally spoke up.

"Let's just drop it," I advised him.  "You are not going to be able to
prove you could do that, although I'd be willing to bet you'd be
unsuccessful, even if I left you there until next year.  The pride and
determination of those guards about adhering to duty is far greater than
your ability to be the class clown."  Ricky looked hurt that I doubted his
ability, but it did stop the annoying prattle about what might or might not
have happened.

When the tour ended, we made our way to get a closer look at Cleopatra's
Needle, which was something else we'd passed along the way.  This is a
large obelisk, whose shape is similar to that of the Washington Monument,
but not nearly as enormous, and was brought from Egypt during the height of
the British Empire.  The time of its creation has been attributed to the
reign of Queen Cleopatra, hence its name.  By the time we left there, it
was time to eat dinner and then head back to the hotel.


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