October 16, 2017 (date of posting the events of September 27th & 28th, 2017)
I’ve been remiss in sharing my adventures since I left New Jersey on September 27th. I will do my best to catch you up before I return home on October 24th. The wonderful hospitality of my friends, as well as strangers I meet on the street and in pubs, has left little time to post or even write in my journal. I drop into bed in a delightful state of exhaustion at the end of the evening, my head spinning with inspiration and joy of finding that, in spite of such troubled times around the world, the earth and its people are well worth waking up to each morning.
I’ll begin in Newark Airport on September 27th. Tom was wonderful and took the day off so that he could drive me to the airport in the afternoon for my evening flight.
Fabulous Mural on the wall of the hall that led to my Gate.
Passing the time at an English Pub in Newark Airport. I suppose the pub provides a bit of a transition for those returning home and those getting ready to experience the pub fare in the UK.
I usually go right to sleep after checking in to my lodging. It’s the best way for me to avoid jet lag when traveling east. Having arrived at 6:30 AM, it was too early to check in at my hostel at London Bridge, so I was forced to stay awake until at least 2pm. I headed to the nearest cafe for a cup of espresso.
The Shard was designed by Renzo Piano.
I purchased an day/night ticket so that I could sketch from the 68th floor and return in the evening to see the night lights of London from the 72nd rooftop patio.
London Bridge Trains
Looking up …
Knowing I could return in the evening I returned to the streets of London and strolled through Borough Market to treat my eyes and my stomach to visual and gastronomical wonders of the world.
It was about 5:30 pm by the time I finished exploring Borough Market. To my surprise, the streets were filled with men and women (mostly men) milling about in the streets and on the footpaths (sidewalks) drinking beer in glasses, not plastic cups. I thought, perhaps, it was a holiday I was unaware of. No, it was simply a Thursday evening. Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays the streets at London Bridge are always filled with friends gathering for a pint after work. I decided to join them.
Twilight signaled the sun going down and time to return to The Shard.
Even the bathroom walls are totally glass!
I had been awake for thirty-six hours and weariness caught up with me. I left the lights of London and returned to the hostel where I fell into a pleasant slumber having already met fabulous people, seen amazing sights and tasted delicious food. Not bad at all for day one of a journey.
To be continued …