London

It took me a grand total of ten minutes to walk from my seat on the plane to the express train into London; a stark contrast from the previous entrance into the country. I wondering if I am better prepared this time, less threatening or is security simply unconcerned with Canadians who are planning a day trip into town. Not much to write about when things go so smoothly. The real question is will anyone be awake at this hour—it is not even 10am and they are University students after all.
The hunt for free wifi is surprisingly challenging. At least I thought it would more prevalent. Scratch that, free wifi is easy—free internet access is the issue. On the upside my long lost friend Jon seems to be in favour of ditching work for a bit. So I wait in Paddington station for his arrival. Man my cell phone bill is going to be huge from today alone.
Drinks; somehow life always leads to the social lubricant that is alcohol. Here I am at the North end of Hyde Park on my third pint of the afternoon.
My new Korean Friend Songeon Mo and I just parted ways at Paddington Station. A random day in London comes to a close… or so I hope. I do not mean to leave things on a cliff hanger however I have hopped on an express train in hopes of making my flight. I believe it is 5:40pm—I know it has been at least 74 pounds and 9 pints to this point, and I wait impatiently after an interesting day with Canadians, Germans and Koreans.
Tick tock.
Back in Heathrow at this point; another pint in hand. Why does the internet cost money. For all the good ideas in this damp isle I would have thought that they would give us a little. I should not be surprised—any chance to make an extra buck, pound rather. I do not even want this drink. I think that it is approaching 7pm now which means my first pint was 7 hours ago. A trooper I know. My math is rarely right however I feel that it is 2pm body time. Unimpressive I realize compared to what is ahead of me yet I feel the need to share. With the bustle of terminal 4 I cannot help feeling alone once more I a crowded room—airport. I am torn between wanting to be social and make friends(always easy to do with an accent, interesting story and a pint in hand), and the urge to stare blankly at an episode of a show I have watched too many times.
Germans are opposed to my wearing Aviators. Picking my music is never a good sign, music is meant to be experienced which rarely happens when I am in control. I have an idea—yet lack the conviction or energy to make it work. Translation—fail.
At the beginning you are worried about saying too much and then at the end there is not enough time to say it all.
Challenge—leave an unfinished beer. I do believe I did that enough last Friday however at Erin’s 26th.
Time to board.