Soo jetlagged

London, United Kingdom

Brisbane-Singapore-Abu Dhabi-Heathrow I don’t have anything to say about 30 hours on a plane except this: ouch. I’m so sick of being cramped in a tiny space. 6 foot of SJ does not cope well with being kept in less than a metre squared for a day and a half!

Our first impression of London was customs. Very odd. We went through the declare gate just to be safe and were met with one man behind a desk… It was obviously rush hour; he was helping someone else at the time. We were given the all clear based on a cursory glance by another officer at the gate entrance.

Arriving at 7am, our tired brains tried to wrap around the exchange rate, the underground train lines, connection to overground and directions to our b’n’b in Denmark Hill. Thank goodness for the well signposted streets and train stations. Our host Robert suggested that we should go into the city rather than rest to beat the jet lag. Of course, the last thing we want to be doing… Still, we hopped on a bus and wandered around without taking much in, but apparently we saw Westminster Palace, toured the Supreme Court (must have been tired right!), and Trafalgar Square.