I feel sorry for the poor soul who will be sitting next to me on my flight tonight from LAX to Heathrow. I am sniffling and sneezing and coughing away, even as I pump a fine mix of homeopathic and mainstream remedies into my bloodstream. I didn’t get much sleep last night, and will be up for the next 24 hours at the minimum. One thing I am accustomed to doing is renting a car in England and going for a long drive immediately after getting off a transatlantic flight. The first time I did it was on August 31, 1997 — the day Princess Diana died. She had been alive and well when my flight left the States (from JFK), but when I landed (at Manchester), the news had just broken that she was dead. I remember listening to the stunned BBC coverage on the car radio as I tried to teach myself to drive on the wrong side of the road (with a stick shift) all the way from Manchester to Durham. (I was going to a conference). I survived it in the rain and fog, no less. ‘Twas a strange day. Tomorrow’s drive from London to Exeter should be much easier.
Here is the weather in Exeter. Here is the weather in Pasadena. I must be mad.
I’ll try and post from an internet cafe in England next week…
Wow, what an amazing time to have been in England. Diana’s death hit me especially hard, i can’t imagine what it would have been like in London at the time. Have a great trip hun!
Lets hope. Blessings in your travels.
well, i must say, im mighty jealous that you’re going to england. have fun, and hope you have a safe and pleasant trip.
I always try to arrange for bulkhead seating (behind the lavatories) that way there are no seats in front of you and you can stretch your legs during the long flight. Just a thought. Enjoy England.