Why does it feel like it’s midnight? Oh yeah, travel day.
Just waiting at the baggage carousel at the moment. My brain is actually a bit confused by all the English signage I see and the English conversation I’m hearing!
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Hours later:
I am rewarded for my diligence. I have kept my Oyster card tucked away, which means that I am traveling to my London “home” for £1.40, rather than many times that amount for the Heathrow Express. Yay!
