So, here we are. London itself! Well, not London exactly so much as Heathrow airport. Our flight to Paris leaves in the morning and not wanting to shell out the pound for a hotel we had planned to just sleep here.

At first, we were a little worried about security (read: us getting tossed out), but a nice airport official assured us, in his wonderfully thick (or, perfectly normal) accent that we would have no problem. He even suggested which terminal might have the best benches.

Time is short on these wall machines, but a few first thoughts:

1. If Austin Powers were really real, he would fly Virgin Atlantic.

2. Its funny that the first 'cultural differences' you notice are marketing and product based.

3. My hiking clothes make me look like Steve Irwin, Crocodile Hunter.

Cheers from the UK!