Long flights are not my favorite past time but can be quite interesting in the people watching category. Yes, flying in steerage has its pluses. Aisle blockers are fun to observe and curiously oblivious. Take the guy who was kiddie corner from us -it seemed that every time the flight attendants needed the aisle for the beverage or food cart, up he popped to grab something from one of the two of the over head compartments that his bags occupied. Clueless to the surroundings or needs of the crew, at one point his rather large suitcase was sitting, open on his seat while he stood in the aisle rummaging through it. The flight attendants waited patiently. I snorted. There are the folks who actually sleep on an airplane and those who can only make an attempt. It is all about finding the right position. Watching folks contort themselves into what they believe to be a sleeping position is an example of human ingenuity or torture. Most of us do our darndest to try and get comfy only to wind up stiff, tired, and grumpy by the end of the flight. And yes, I am one of those in the attempt to sleep category. The recline while they dine is a curious group. Just as a practical matter this does not make much of sense. Besides maximizing the potential for spillage, it really annoys the bloke sitting behind and the cleaning bills -oy. It is best to try and keep your sense of humor during these long excursions.
Needless-to-say, we arrived in London (cloudy and about 55), got through customs, and boarded the Tube to our destination -The Barclay House B&B. The Tube experience wasn't too bad except when I purchased the Oyster Cards, I called it an Orca Card, and the ticket agent was shocked that I'd only buy the minimum of amount of fare. It's all good. The first order of business was a nap. Greg snored and I was able to catch a couple of z's. But the real fun begins tomorrow. Ya, it's a couple of museums and more. Stay tuned.
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