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Arrived in the UK!

 It’s been a very long (well, maybe a very short—I DID lose 8 hours overnight) day but all has gone very, very well. The flight was on time, ride was a bit turbulent now and then but I just clutched my pillow and reminded myself that flying is the safest mode of transportation.

UK Customs was very easy, the machine scanned my passport, gate opened and I never even saw a Customs officer. I wonder if all my information had been loaded through my passport; made all Rick and my work on Sunday night at his computer more than worthwhile.

I took the Underground aka Tube into Gloucester Road. It was a long, slightly smelly (the Tube is the same as it always has been) journey but there was hardly anyone on it. Some American girls who didn’t think the “masks are mandatory” sign applied to them but no one came along to check so why should I care? Mine was virtually glued to my face at this point after almost 24 hours of constant wearing. Note though: Wearing a face mask, I actually slept better on the plane with the eye mask; normally the eye mask drives me crazy. Interesting. I did actually burrow under a blanket though as the air circulation in a 777 is super strong and I felt like it was blowing in my ear. It’s also quite noisy but I am NOT going to complain. I got to London safe and sound and that’s all I care about. Arrived at the hotel, they were expecting me, room is very modern and very comfortable. Renovated bathroom with single hot/cold water taps which is a huge improvement over what a lot of hotels used to be like.

I put my cases down, washed my face, put a fresh mask in my purse in case I might need it for going inside anywhere and went off walking. By this time it was about 3:30, sun was shining, it was HOT for London (84º F) so I wore a light t-shirt; thank goodness I had brought a couple for exercising. 

Instead of writing about what I saw, I will post photos and go to bed. Although I tried to get them in order, Blogger uploads them Willy Nilly and it’s hard to change them around using an iPad. 

Hotel Lobby

Room

Front of hotel, across from Gloucester Road Tube

Another view of my room


 

Statue near Brompton Park called The Prodigal”

 





Exterior and Interior of Brompton Oratory

Caffe Concerto interior

I think I can use the USB port and not worry about AC/DC but I’m not sure….

Salmon Nicoise for dinner

Description of the Caffe

Extremely decadent gelato; loads of people in the big plaza, enjoying the afternoon warmth.


Comments

  1. OneKidsMomSeptember 7, 2021 at 3:49 PM

    Looks like an awesome start to your trip. Enjoy! Glad you arrived safely.

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  2. RosesareblueSeptember 8, 2021 at 2:10 PM

    Healthy supper and wonderful treat . Enjoy a beautiful trip .

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