London at last, and to Argyle Square

Thursday, November 11‚ÄîThe rest of the flight, after our five hour detour, was fairly uneventful. I had taken one of George’s dramamine, and I managed to go to sleep some, although I was still very uncomfortable. I had an aisle seat and he was in center. But we were five hours late getting to Gatwick, so it basically killed the whole day. It was 2:00 by the time we got our luggage and between 3:00 and 3:30 by the time we got to the Hotel Montana in Argyle, the same place we stayed in the summer of 2003. When we walked into the lobby, the desk guy recognized us and greeted us.

We got settled in our room–almost to the top on the front of the building–then went for a walk in Bloomsbury. Went to Foyle’s bookstore, and walked down Charing Cross Rd. and Old Compton Sreet in Soho (the gay district) and to the Virgin Miegastore on Oxford St. We also stopped for a quick snack at a coffee bar (Costa), before heading to our friends Paul Gray and Daniel Haynes’s place to meet them for dinner. We had a drink and their house, then walked to Islington. They had planned to go to a Thai restaurant, but it had changed to a hamburger place, so we went to a Turkish restaurant instead–very similar to Greek food. Quite good, especially because I hadn’t had anything substantial to eat since Wednesday noon.

After dinner we walked back to their place briefly and then caught a cab back to the hotel. The place seems to be full of Italians. We were both zonked and went to bed as soon as we got back. It was nice to lie down on a real bed.

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