All in London
We woke up late, of course.
“It has been determined that in as little as an hour after the devastating news about the shooting in Parkland, Florida broke across US news last week, Russian bots mobilized in response…”
I woke up, overjoyed, at 08:30 — I didn’t feel exactly better, but at least I didn’t feel worse. As a precaution, I still had my now-customary dose of two Waitrose vitamin-b tablets before rushing out the door.
“Oh no.” I awoke, my throat throbbing ever so slightly. “Not now.”
I had hit the snooze button too many times, I knew it.
We were up at 07:20, refreshed and ready. We’d slept like rocks, full of Indian food — but the promise of the day made me jump out of bed. It was the first official day — our first day of the trip.
Interactions with humanity are the great unplanned part of traveling — the people who serve you, the people you bump into on the train, the people you observe out of the corner of your eye as you eat dinner.
Everyone always asks why we keep returning to these two cities, over and over again. “Why not try something else? Somewhere else?”