Monday, September 10, 2018

Home sweet home




The 787 Dreamliner is aptly named. Nice job, John and friends at Boeing. We felt quite spoiled but then, you must eventually come back down to reality. Have you heard, London is a popular place to visit?  So much so that the plane had to park on the runway and busses unceremoniously drove us through the underbelly of the airport where we waited in line with thousands of other weary travelers to pass immigration. To the tune of 3 hours. I should not have scoffed at my brother-in-laws advice to carry a walking stick and/or requested assistance.  Live and learn.

Luckily we found our suitcases thrown in a pile in the baggage claim. John was happy I made him attach a goofy Pom Pom to his plain black suitcase. There was an unfortunate mix up with our prearranged driver, or perhaps he just gave up on us.  Thank goodness for my Uber app. We found our driver in the parking garage (just like Las Vegas) and after an hour of fierce traffic we were at our apartment home. The drive was quite a tour of London landmarks except we were a bit too dazed and tired to enjoy. The driver played political talk radio about the latest outrage from the mouth of Boris. (Just change the names and accents and we felt right at home.)

Our apartment isn’t quite as posh as it looks in these pictures (the Brits are not known for their plumbing) but we have everything we need with a Tesco Express around the corner. Best of all we are in a prime location within 10 minute walk of Tower Bridge and the Tower of London. We walked there last night and had beer and chicken wings at a pub called The Minories. The building was ancient, I thought it was an old train tunnel but was a convent of nuns now converted to a drinking establishment. You can google that for an interesting history.

As I an sleep challenged anyway, it took me a long time to “get off” last night when it was still 1 pm in Seattle. However exhaustion eventually won out. John went out early to Starbucks and discovered that an americano here comes with half cream.

Since we are jet lagged and just getting our bearings will spend the morning seeing some sights in this neighborhood, of which there are many. We’ve already decided some of the best places in London might not be the major tourist attractions which are literally mobbed.

Cherrio!


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