International flights aren’t as bad as I thought they would be. Though I slept very little on the plane, my seat was comfy and the (free) new release movie selection was great. It was when I finally set foot on UK soil that I realized the implications of jumping 6 hours into the future: jet lag. It’s real, people. I wasn’t just tired, I was utterly drained. Needless to say it only took seconds to fall asleep once my head hit the pillow.
My second day in England is the one I really count as my first. I was awake, alive, and responsive. My fellow American co-worker Laila and I got the chance to go into London (we’re both living about 40 minutes’ train ride away from the center of London) and play tourist for a few hours. We covered almost all of the basics: Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament , The London Bridge (as I posted about earlier), Hyde Park, The Marble Arch, and others that I’m sure I’m forgetting. We took about an hour of a open-top bus tour then walked around a bit before the dinner we had scheduled with just about every one of our bosses. The weather was beautiful, which was a very rare treat as most every local we talked to was happy to remind us of. It was a great day all and all and it helped me feel more attached to the new city I’ll be working around for the next 3 months.