Hello London!

2pm London

Well, I haven't eaten since 3:30 am, have blisters on my hands from dragging my suitcases around, and I am having hallucinations that I hope are caused by the fact that I went to bed at 2:45am and woke up at 3am and not because of that awkward sandwich I faintly remember eating on the flight.

But....I'm in London.

Hotel is quaint, I'm on the top floor with no elevator, in a room not big enough to hold my shoe collection, and no wifi.

But... I'm in London.

Think I'll take a cat nap before heading out to find a pub and get over this feeling of 'who decided it would be a good idea to let me loose in London for a week and what the heck am I going to do.'

Cheers.