Yeah we did the dinos early (as the people we were meeting had seen them recently) and those NHM have a bonus dinosaur specific giftshop outside the section! Bastards.
I got away quite lightly with three magnets and a ruler that can wrap round your wrist.
The story followed a corrupt tour guide named Abdab plotting to steal treasure from within the tomb, before he is captured by mummies and sacrificed in a dramatic hard rock concert finale.
Canât wait until little Jimboâs of an age where we can head up on the train to London and look at the dinosaurs in the NHM, or go and see the mummies at the British Museum.
Although, as museums go the Booth Museum is pretty mental. Itâs like some mad skeleton collector / taxidermist died and left his collection for the world to see. Entrance is free, psychiatrist fees for the ongoing mental trauma less so.
When I travel now, I only want to eat drink and look at the water. I donât ask for much, and please donât pester me to DO things. I do like having as nosy in the churches of mediterranean countries, though, as they can be fascinating. And I did once stumble across an awesome tiny little Dali exhibition in a gallery in Barcelona once. But I can confidently say that other than the museum of slavery (grim and horrifying) in Kunta Kinte island in the gambia, I have managed to avoid holiday museums.