I’m sitting at a computer cafe about a minute down the street from my hotel…check- in isn’t for another three hours, so I’ll probably go to the British Museum after I’m done here.
The flight was uneventful and uncomfortable—dinner was hilarious though, there’s tons of turbulence and the plane’s shaking side to side as I try to pour ranch dressing on my salad instead of all over my pants…I couldn’t stop laughing.
The transportation here was pretty straightfoward; all the signs were clear and although the entire network is laberinthine, the indicatons/colors pointed me to the right place. I only got a little lost in Victoria Station after the train from the airport, but after a little common sense I figured out I had only two choices, yellow/green line or blue line (I wanted blue line).