So after 2 hours flight delayed, followed by one hour on the tarmac being de-iced, I finally made it to London!
Cleared customs easily and jumped the Gatwick Express into town. When I finally met Chris at Victoria station, it was about 730-ish. My flight was originally supposed to get in at 3pm. Uhm, yeah.
We jumped the tube to go to Old Street station and everywhere you looked from the platform, to the station, on the train and on the street was practically deserted. When we got to the normally busy Hoxton/Shoreditch area where we’re staying, there were no cars or people in sight.
People weren’t kidding when they told me that London on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day gets completely shut down. On the one hand, it’s great to have the streets all to yourselves, admiring the festive lights and decorations, but on the other hand, it’s 28 Days Later surreal.
We dropped off my gear and went for a walk to the nearby Hoxton square. As both kitchens to the only 2 opened pubs were closed, Chris and I went back to the flat to cook up some nosh and catch up. Chris had made sure to have the most important necessities upon my arrival: shortbread cookies, mince pies and jaffa cakes. (bless)
What a welcome! And surefire ways to help deal with the jetlag that is sure to knock me flat on my butt any second now.
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