Wales finished

We sat back on the bus, for an hour, and then drove to Oxford, where per the wonderfully stringent EU reguations, our bus driver had a break for 30 minutes, instead of pressing on and getting us to London in 45 minutes. However, this does not leave very much time to get food as 1, it is late on Sunday night in Oxford, so there isn't that much open, and 2.) we are 5 minutes from the nearest open place. Leaving 20 minutes to order, have food arrive, and eat. We found this very random New Orleans/Mexican place, somehow, this is a combination that makes sense in England. It was the only open/non-croweded place our weary eyes could spot, so we entered, ordered a plate of nacos and something else, and a pitcher of a rather nice alcoholic drink called a Hurricane from the rather awkward/shy bartender. Our food arrived very promptly, i mean in about 5 minutes, which was in marked contrast with our Welsh experiences, so we were rather overjoyed. We proceeded to eat all of our food, drink all of our drinks and then dash back to the bus, arriving 2 minutes late. This was of no consequence as the bus driver decided that he wanted to wash some of the windows during his break, and then got blocked in by another truck or large vehicle of some sort, and was thus 15 minutes late in fetching us. We were all rather grouch and cold and stormed back on the bus and arrived in London appox. 45 minutes later, having played some sort of a drinking game on the bus evolving screwdrivers made in cups I think we appropriated from the breakfast buffet during our journey.
The End.