Arrived in London slightly late due to it taking forever to board in Toronto. Sat by a lady with an extremely hard to control 2 year old named Vincent. Cute kid, but not really cut out for travel at that age. He pretty much assured that I got zero sleep.
Well, not zero…maybe half an hour total during the whole 7 hours in the air.
Passport and customs were a breeze, but the first ATM refused to give me cash. The second one spit out 50 pounds, but this could be an issue. After a long walk to the Tube station I wasn’t able to use any of my credit cards go add funds to my Oyster card. But it was sorted at the window after standing in line.
Now I’ve had a wailing baby in the Tube car…literally wailing without taking a breath.
Often these things might annoy me…but I’m on vacation, so the noise just fades away and I’m happy.
More after I get checked in.