Journal Entry: End of Day One

I walked off the fatigue. Got a calzone with cheese and prosciutto in it. The food here is not that great. I think I need to find a grocery store tomorrow. 

I called Jan early. I am so tired, I just wanted to take a shower right then. Since I spilled gelato on my pants, I will need to do laundry here after all. 

Tomorrow I am going to the Vatican. I thought about going to Ostia too, but I think that might just be too much.

Journal Entry: Exiting London

I’m on the train to Manningtree. Lucky there’s no line work tomorrow today. I can’t keep anything straight. There’s supposed to be line work tomorrow, and I would have encountered it if I’d gone to Canterbury for a night. 

So today has started out badly. A continuation of yesterday I suppose. I lost my Oyster card. It had about £8 left on it, maybe £9. £10 at the most. I had it out last night, if you like irony just wait. I had it out to try to register it online, if it’s lost or stolen, they’ll replace it I suppose. Turns out it’s only for British addresses. So, maybe I left it by the computer at the hostel? I can’t find it at any rate. I asked the desk if anyone had turned one in and there was one there, but I found out when I got to the station it couldn’t be mine because it didn’t have anything on it. Even if someone had used it yesterday evening, and then turned it in, it wouldn’t have mattered because I had used it yesterday and had reached the maximum charge for one day. [redacted] Oh well. I suppose if that’s the most I lose on this trip, it’ll be okay. I lost my lock too. Again my fault. I think I left it hanging from the locker in Paris. Meh.

I slept for nearly twelve hours, and my head doesn’t feel any clearer. It’s no wonder I left it sitting there. I was exhausted last night. I didn’t even eat dinner, I was so tired.

Ah, the Countryside at Manningtree, a relief from London

 

Journal Entry: Terminal 5 Fail

11:45am

I don't know what all the hype was about the new terminal 5 at Heathrow. It sucks! There's no fast food restaurants, no food court, it's loud, the escalators are like nails across a blackboard and they don't put what gate you're supposed to be at until an hour before departure and they tell people not to go to the other two concourses, which are reached by a train, until the screen says the gate which means no one knows where they need to be, so it's really crowded in the main area. The gates on the other hand are empty! Finally they announce my gate and there is enough seating here at this gate for two or three flights. Maybe more. I don't get it. Maybe it's because I'm exhausted. I suppose V. made her connection, as she hasn't called me.