All travel should be dull, because the alternative is that it be exciting, a much less wished for alternative. Our trip, by that standard was dull, as nothing went wrong. Tiny airplane seats, poor sleep on the eight hour flight, long lines at customs, and a long, long trek to the hotel, involving a 36 pound cost for the express train from Heathrow to Paddington, where I purchased the first souvenier, a small Paddington bear for my granddaughter. Then the tube from Paddington, which involved many steps down and up with our two small and two large suitcases. The public transport does not lend itself to accommodating the handicapped traveler and we saw no one on crutches or in a wheelchair..they must all travel by taxi.
We arrived at our hotel around 2:30 pm local time, having left our home in NC almost 24 hrs previously.
The Morgan hotel is a tiny hotel with low ceilings, narrow stairways, and very small rooms. But it's clean, we get a full English breakfast (eggs, sausage, bacon, mushrooms, tomatoes, and toast), along with coffee or tea, juice, cereals, and yogurt. Lovely.
Supper was at a noodle shop called Wakamama, and it was great. I had saisen noodle soup with tofu, sprouts, mushrooms, pea pods, zucchini in a lovely broth. Jim had a curry noodle dish with prawns. He had a drink of apple juice and cucumber pulp---very odd, but ok.
Early to bed with several episodes of waking and deliberately deciding to sleep again.
All in all, glad to be here. They speak my language!!
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