Last week was mostly spent with planning a visit to London, being there and recovering from the trip. Travelling can be surprisingly hard, especially if you are running from a meeting to meeting.
I flied there through Copenhagen, where I had just enough time to notice that there is nothing worth buying at the airport except dark chocolate. I arrived at Heathrow, a nice exception from the regular Stansted flights. The hotel with decent room was located at Baker Street — aptly called Sherlock Holmes hotel.
The first two days were business as usual, got to see glimpses of English way of building offices and met people. On Thursday, I had a meeting nearby Farringdon station. I hopped onto a tube train on Baker Street station and after one station noticed that I’m heading to the wrong direction. I happened to be on Metropolitan train and on fast track, so I had to wait almost 20 minutes before the train stopped on a station on zone 5. I was so furious to myself that I almost couldn’t contain myself.
I almost made the same mistake again by rushing into a waiting train on the other side of the platform — fortunately stopped to think for a moment, checked the destination and went over the tracks to the southbound platform. I just missed the train, but the next train arrived quite soon.
Despite my 45 minutes extra time in tube, I was late just about 15 minutes…
The rest of the business day want smoothly and we had very successful meetings. The trains, however, were against me. Stansted Express was late due to a signalling fault at the airport, so we stand in a queue (or a herd) for about 45 minutes before boarding the train. After another 60 minutes of standing in the train, my heels were killing me.
Fortunately, we had still enough time to check in, go through the security (on the fast lane — some gold card perks that I won’t have anymore next month), buy something to eat and sip a coke or two at the lounge.
I arrived back home at 1:30 on Friday morning and fell asleep less than in a minute after hitting the bed.