My body is screaming 3 a.m., but in London it’s 9 a.m., or rather at this moment 9.42 a.m.
We’ve been on the ground for about an hour. Immigration is a little tighter than my last trip, with more questions, and the lines are slower for those of us without EU passports. My bag was waiting when I exited Immigration, and I hied my way to a first-class lounge, where I enjoyed a luxury — a shower and shave upon arrival. And a tooth-brushing with real running water, rather than a swish with bottled water in the airplane lavatory.
I read The Economist on the way over, catching up on all the Brexit talk. And I got a few hours sleep.
First class? Oh yes — the food!
- smoked salmon, and a green salad with ginger vinaigrette.
- roast chicken breast with mushroom ragout.
- a cheese plate with some yummy goat cheese.
- vanilla sorbet.
- and all the wine and bubbly one could wish.
It’s no wonder I slept well. Of course the fully-reclining (180 degrees!) seat helped.
I could get used to traveling like this.
Now in the United arrivals lounge, I’m getting my bearings, having some mango yogurt and a coffee, and planning the day. I don’t know if I’ll have a room available when I get to my hotel, so I may just drop my belongings and start off for the day.
I’m usually a planner. But somehow I left home without my iPhone that is unlocked, and also without my London map that has been my trusty guide for so many trips. Oh well….
Off on a big adventure.