Whew! That was a painful and arduous trip. While traveling in the modern era is at the same time both extremely safe, reliable, and for the most part convenient, it’s still a painful test of endurance and patience to make an international trip in the steerage section of a commercial airline. I won’t bore you with the details of the early morning car trip, parking, forced self check in, breaking the pull out handle on my suitcase and having to borrow the TSA’s bolt cutters to finish the removal process, getting put on standby, deciding not to have a Bloody Mary then immediately regretting the decision when I saw two other men having one because they looked soooo good, sitting next to an armrest hog for eight hours, suffering through two movies that just sucked, enjoying free red wine, dragging my broken bag with no handle all over Heathrow and through five different train transfers, one of which was a serious mistake, only to arrive at the hotel at 12:35 pm and be told that the bar and restaurant was closed and the nearest open establishment to get any kind of sustenance was a fifteen minute cab ride away in Piccadilly Circus. No I will not bore you with those details, because that would be too cruel.
BTW Here’s dinner.
