Holiday Inn Express London Croydon
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Cold comfort, high speed
... in the neighbouring rows. Behind me Alex also stirs and so we both wander down to the back of the plane to find a loo and a drink of water. We've been gone all of five minutes but when we get back Alex already has a Chinese man asleep in his seat. We shake him rudely awake and send him packing.
Unable to get back to sleep I delve into films - The Woman In Black, The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo - and eventually after a gruelling and very ...
Settling into London
We gradually drifted into wakefulness, and the sun became evident again as we crossed the North Atlantic – so Air New Zealand provided us with breakfast before landing at Heathrow (a bit ahead of schedule, despite a bit of circulating over South East England waiting to land, and then a long taxi around the runways at Heathrow, which reminded us of driving around in Wellington looking for a parking ...
England Here I Come!
... I woke up around 4:30 am thinking about my trip. I realized I didn't buy my last train ticket from Naples to Rome. Ahhh!! Of course, knowing me, I started to over think things. Tried to fall asleep for another hour but there were interruptions, like the garbage truck outside my window with flashing red lights for 15 minutes!!! I got out of bed, had breakfast and packed the rest of my bags. I checked ...
London
... and write and scratch-out and write again. If this place could be measured purely in the weight of words; in their power to affect change and create ideas, the scales would sink deep into the depths of whatever old London is under this one.
Seeing the Peake manuscripts for the first time was an unusual experience. I'm kind of used to lots of them, from photos, and critical stuff, but they still came as a surprise, and were fresh and exciting. What was written, and ...
London
... It did not look like a typical 'hostel,' which is why I had to find and use a pay phone to call the place. I had been there apparently and not realized that was it. So I returned and knocked harder than ever as Blue was about to get tossed in the trash. A young Italian answered the door who didn't speak english, so I was lead to another Italian who did. Andreas. Nice guy. We had a chat about the place and I got the scoop. The place is owned and run ...