We landed in London at 6:15 a.m.
At 6:45 a.m. I threw up in the sink in the American Airlines arrivals lounge.
Welcome to England.
From there, the plan was to catch a bus to Reading where we would board a train to Salisbury, our first destination.
My bus dismount included my feet flying out from under me. I bounced down four steps on my rear end, resulting in epic butt bruises.
Nothing seriously hurt but my pride.
Twenty four hours later, Husband lost his credit card.
Twenty four hours after that, he realized that his driver’s license was back in Franklin meaning that our prepaid rental car would stay parked in the Hertz parking lot. Our loss, however, was Henry the Cab Driver’s gain.
Those are the little “oh shit” moments that make travel interesting.
Pictures and more tales to follow.