We've come full circle and are ending the trip exactly as it began:

an absurdly long (overnight) stay at Heathrow, where the bathrooms are clean but the all mighty Pound crams our sissy, limp-wristed dollar down our throats with every soggy airport sandwhich we buy.

Even aside from the financial clobbering, we are ready to get back. We are ready to be home, if only to shed these clothes and the skunky poopsweat haze that has descended upon us. Don't just think this is a guy thing eithe; C smells like a barrel of fish heads as well.

5 more hours. Till we board the plane....mmmm