Long Flight

Long flight. London has small trains. At least the ones I have seen so far. Skinny trains, with only one deck. They get quite full. From Heathrow at least.

Our hostel/bnb/flat/thingy is on Hugh street in Westminster just a minute's walk from Victoria station. When we arrived a dodgy looking bloke helped us find our street, all of us thought he might be setting us up. He wasn't. Talked like someone from Stella Street and smiled like Robin's old boss. He was from Kent. After that, got to sleep almost straight away. Trains go by periodically, but I didn't notice for the first six hours. Slept for almost thirteen hours. Don't know why people complain about jet lag, all you have to do is sleep until it's morning the next day. No problem.

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