Monday, September 04, 2006

August 19th, 2006 Heathrow Airport, London

Although it's probably as technically London as O'Hare is Chicago, we're here at Heathrow. We have scrounged up 7 pounds from a previous trip and bought a sandwich and water. There's a smoker's corner in every end of the terminal. What's the point, asks Shawn, when the smoke permeates the whole terminal? Security is present but not as tight as I expected. There was a guard holding a machine gun. That must be a culture shock to the Brits, considering their policeman don't carry guns. Oh jet lag, my new companion. Shawn let me lay my head on his lap and sleep in the terminal.


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