My flight, British Airways number 94, direct to London Heathrow, left after a quick wash of de-icer. It was a very pleasant flight, two meals, good movies, free beer, a quilt and even one of those things you put over your eyes to block out light. (They won't ever see that again, Ha-ha!) After 6.5 hours of time killing, I got here, flying over the bouquet of sights London offered: the tower bridge, the Big Eye, Big Ben, Buckingham Palace.
Got my bags, got on the train, got to London in about an hour. Taking the train into town, passing ramshackle, downtrodden suburbs next to big smoky factories, green fields, cars on the wrong side of the road. It all seemed to come clear through the fog. Dragging my luggage through the Underground, getting on a train, steaming in my winter coat, the car jam packed, to the brim, full of people. A free sauna nobody asked for.
Finally checking in, here at The Generator Hostel, time to eat, rest and most importantly shower.
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