Hello London

As for the washing machine - just when you think you have it sorted and the clothes are both washed and dried, some idiot decides to dry them a bit more and hello, they start washing again! So after much spinning a load of slightly damp clothes was packed into bags to go to London. (It was me, I must confess).

We took a taxi to Dubai airport after the walk yesterday, and it made life a lot easier than dragging packs onto a train. This taxi driver was very polite, which made up for the other one. He worked for the hotel.

We made it to Gate 140 (phew) then did the 20 minute shuttle bus ride to the plane. It feels like you should be there already.

This flight was only seven hours - almost bearable - and we cleared customs and found the train to St Pancras pretty easily. The YHA opposite the station was also easy to find, and looked inviting with a bar and cafe on the ground floor. The only down side was when we opened the door to our room and found not a double bed, or even two singles, but bunks! Oh well, hopefully not much time would be spent there and Neil would take the top. The constant warmth of the room meant that our damp washing dried really quickly.

A couple of hours later we discovered our first of many O'Reilly's pubs, right next door, and an Indian restaurant a short distance away. So two more boxes ticked - a pint at a pub and a curry.

First beer

First wine

St Pancras Station