…or at least that’s what we were aiming for. The plane landed on schedule, we caught the discount train to Paddington Station (and were passed by two Express trains on the way) where we bought some grapes, a pair of Oyster Passes, and then Karin proceeded to get her suitcase caught in the turnstall gate and the dude had to unlock it with a key. We caught the tube from there after successfully navigating through roughly six-hundred-gajillion steps of up-and-down underground paths, and then got off a stop early to avoid another long trek through the bowels of the city for the sake of a three block ride.
The hotel is pretty cool, right across the street from a massive bookstore (where we bought a little book/package with a bunch of self-guided walking tours) and down the road a handful of blocks from the British Museum (where we spent the remainder of the afternoon boning up on our Greek and Egyptian history). Dinner was on the cheap, but hearty at a quirkly little side-street restaurant.
Photo count: roughly fifty, but it’s been a slow day.
Tonight? Who can say? But so far, welcome to London.