One last day of drinkable tap water
Trip Start Apr 11, 2009
40Trip End Aug 06, 2009
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Where I stayed
This is not, entirely, because of her family's fairly magnificent generosity and variety of napping locations, but also partly, in fact, maybe even mostly, for the sheer joy of getting to write on your immigration form that you will be staying at:
Call me American, but I could live in the UK indefinitely and never, ever stop finding that charming. Some things just never get old.
Of course, the truth is, I wasn't staying there. Not in the overnight sense, anyway. Lissy picked me up this morning (or, at this point, yesterday morning) at Reading station for a brief and lovely day of shopping, National Trust home visiting, eating and, of course, more eating. Late last night, after a false start, a forgotten camera and about 45 minutes of profuse appologies on my part, I finally ended up at Heathrow just about midnight to spend the first of what may be many nights in airports. I discovered the least and most comfortable ways to combine two fleeces and a backpack into a bed (none of which fall anywhere short of painfully and hideously uncomfortable, but at least some of which may not cause permanent spinal damage) and spent a glorious two hours sleeping face down on the airport floor with my iPhone as a pillow before having the novel experience of being the very first person through security just half an hour ago. As layovers go, I'd say its an all-around win.
At this point, I have 45 minutes left in this country and thirteen pound coins that the ticket machine gave me yesterday, so you'll excuse me if I have to attend to some seriously overpriced breakfast.