Breakfast hit an early snag when I got to the lobby & saw the throng of people milling about in the restaurant, talking, allegedly queuing, and generally getting in each others way. There was an actual look of relief on the face of the lady working the maitre d’s desk (is that spelled right? and should it be Madame d’ ?) when I said I had time, and could just come back later.
She suggested 9am, as three were three tour groups clogging up the buffet.

I figured I’d go for a walk, see what the other end of the ExCeL centre looks like, and maybe check out where the other DLR station (Custom House for ExCeL) near here is, in case it’s closer than the one I used (Royal Victoria).

Other plans for today include the non-intensive sort of tourism, so that I can stop at any point if The Jetlags catch up with me;

1. heading out along the route I’ll have to take the day I go to Dublin, so that there are fewer moments of “Where the f*** do I go now?” while carrying the big black bag
2. conveniently, that’ll put me in easy Tubing distance (not sure that’s a real word in this context) of Forbidden Planet, assuming it was the bookstore I was recommend, and not an actual planet.
   I had the same confusion with Planet Of The Apes, as it happens.
   Didn’t pack a book this trip, as I’m half-way through a brick of Stephen Ericsson, and didn’t want to lug the thing the rest of the trip if I finished it on the plane, so a bookstore would work out nicely.
3. from there, I’m thinking of heading riverward, to see whether there’s anything touristy, possibly involving boats. There is, after all, a river there, so it’d be a shame not to look at it, or to see whether I can find the place doing amphibious vehicle tours.