What a set of flights! Woo! First I had a 4:00 from Minneapolis, which left me in perfect position for an 11:20 out of Toronto – and then... the Air Canada service workers’ strike! But don’t worry, it didn’t actually affect me, because they forced management to cover the shortfall somehow. Don’t ask me, but I did get to see a Canadian talking head yelling like Glenn Beck on the airport news. And I didn’t even know they had conservatives in Canada!
But all in all, the flights weren’t terrible. I was able to sleep most of the way once the flights got going, so now, sitting in London, I’m not feeling jet-lagged yet. Tomorrow, however, remains to be seen. I think I’m just going to go without an alarm clock and see what happens.
Back to the events of the day! I did manage to figure out the London Underground, rode the Picadilly Line to Holborne. I found the hostel fairly easily, although I have to say London’s streets here are just an unimaginable labyrinth. I can see I’m going to be carrying around a map 24 hours a day – and dreaming of it too! I found my way to the British Museum. That, of course, really wasn’t hard since it’s all of a block away. My planning in that respect was excellent. I haven’t done the whole thing – who could in an afternoon? I also can't seem to get photos to work at the moment. But give me a minute.
In any case, after that, I looked at my watch and figured I’d go for a walk. There’s only so much museum even a man like me can stand. So I headed down to Leicester Square, found some dinner, got lost – wound up staring at Lord Nelson – and then bought myself a discount ticket to see Pygmalion at one of the many theatres in the area (did you notice the British spelling? It’s an affectation). That was great fun actually, but towards the end I started to feel tired. In fact, that’s also going to be my excuse for this short short blog entry. Best, my friends.
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