I have arrived safely in London. Although the 777 was a little threadbare, there was free booze, good movies (I saw Frost/Nixon and The Reader), and I managed to sleep for a few hours. For the first time in a long while, I got plane-sick on the landing. I'm not sure who I should blame--it was like the plane equivalent of someone pumping the brakes (except with altitude). That with the 45 minute tube ride and I just want to be around open spaces for a few hours...days...whatever.
My tiny room is tinier than I remember, but I have a room overlooking Thanet Street, inclusive breakfasts, and wireless, so I'm a happy camper. More updates later!
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I always get sick upon landing. It is so awful! Bonine....is all I can say.
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