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Safe Arrival in London

The day after a flight to England is always anti-climatic. There's the rushing about getting ready, the drive to the airport, the smell of airport barbecue, the hunt for your seat, the agony of sitting almost bolt upright for eight hours while trying to sleep, arrival forms, customs, baggage claim, changing currency, getting to the hotel so early in the morning they've just barely got the room ready, and then.....

One just tries to stay awake for the rest of the day.

Really, that's all I'm safe to do. And it is something important that has to be done. In order to reset my clock six hours forward, I need to go to bed at the right time tonight. That means not giving in to the seductive lure of the bed and pillow.

Welcome to the World of Marriott

My mom is letting me use her Marriott points again, so if you were hoping for lots of pictures of quaint B&Bs— you need to just move along. I'm all about spending my money doing STUFF and staying at the free hotel room. So I ate the food I'd toted along, wandered aimlessly about, went down to the gym, etc. etc.

Tonight's Marriott
Tonight's Marriott
Not Bad
Not Bad
Not looking too shabby for having been in the same clothes for the past 28 hours.
Plane Photography
Plane Photography
Apparently it is a "thing" to stay at the Marriott next to Heathrow airport, go up to the third floor lounge and take pics of the planes. A whole room full of men with high-dollar cameras clicking away. They've also got laptops to look up what plane it is and what it's carrying.
Sky and Plane
Sky and Plane
Not wishing to look out of place, I dutifully took a plane pic. The sky is overcast and there's a lot of wind today. Took the plane pilot extra time to get us on the ground this morning.
The Quest for Ice
The Quest for Ice
The lounge had complimentary beverages, including pop in glass bottles, but of course, being the UK, no ice. I was resolving to drink it hot when someone told me of the wee little ice machine, far, far, away down darkened hallways. Obviously a concession for Americans. It looks new— perhaps another addition because they hosted the Olympics recently?
Pepsi in Glass
Pepsi in Glass
Ah the taste of a cola in glass, poured over hard-won ice. The little bottle is amusingly enough the size of the original Pepsi and Coke bottles. It's 200 ml, which is a bit over 6 oz.
Gym
Gym
I was the only one here, except for a man teaching another man to do show dancing.
Doubledecker
Doubledecker
For a bit of kitsch London…. here's one of the new versions of the iconic double decker bus.

 

Much more interesting stuff tomorrow.