{"id":1045,"date":"2016-06-27T13:00:09","date_gmt":"2016-06-27T12:00:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hoarde.net\/craigblog\/?p=1045"},"modified":"2016-07-16T22:42:27","modified_gmt":"2016-07-16T21:42:27","slug":"jetlag-humidity-tourism-festivities-in-london","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hoarde.net\/craigblog\/?p=1045","title":{"rendered":"Jetlag, Humidity, Tourism, & Festivities in London"},"content":{"rendered":"

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By pure fluke, I managed to be paying attention at the right time to (I think)<\/em> get a picture of Southend Pier.<\/p>\n

Unlike last time, I actually remember getting through Heathrow.
\n(checking back to my diary of a couple of years ago, it looks like the memory loss happened after the fact)
\n<\/em>I did spot an escalator\/ramp combo running down from Passport Control to Baggage Claim which seemed familiar, and a Biosecurity Check room which matched up to a memory which had come adrift from any context.
\nThings went smoothly; The only thing they wanted to know was where I’d come in from, and biosecurity\/customs appears to work on the honour system, as the only person in the bag-scanning hall seemed to be taking a shortcut to somewhere else.<\/p>\n

Rather than navigate the Underground at 6pm, I’d booked in for a night at an airport hotel one terminal over, so a short train trip got me there. (The Heathrow Express to Paddington wasn’t running, so I was even more<\/strong> glad to not be heading into London)
\n<\/em>Yotel Heathrow is convenient, small, and oddly purple.
\nEven had a violet light in the room.<\/p>\n

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It was small enough that you had to plan a move or two ahead in terms of making space to do things in.
\nComfy enough for a night’s sleep though, and they have ‘free’ coffee\/hot chocolate.<\/p>\n

I stayed at an AirBnB for the next few days, working on the theory that I really just needed somewhere to be jetlagged in for a while.
\nTurns out that when you don’t have a convention to go to, and thus an external schedule to keep, jetlag can last a whole lot longer. The humid weather didn’t help.<\/p>\n

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The AirBnB experience was, I think, a lot like living in a haunted house.
\nThere were other people living in other rooms in the place, but as they were mostly out, I never saw them, or only saw them once before they moved on. Essentially, it was an empty house where things moved when I wasn’t looking & there were noises in the night.
\nNot sure on the whole AirBnB experience; This place was clearly being run as a hostel\/hotel\/BnB by the owner, who didn’t live on-site, and who I’m guessing didn’t visit that often. A lot of minor maintenance issues, like a student flat on it’s way out where nobody can be bothered fixing things & the landlord isn’t contactable.
\nThat said, the bed worked, the WiFi worked, the system for getting in worked (combination lock-box on the front door with the key in it, key to the room left in the door to said room, and a message from the owner telling you the combination & the room name – Mine was Piccadilly Circus, with a replica of the official street sign on the door), and it was close to the DLR.<\/em><\/p>\n

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There’s a dome to the right of the ship, which is the roof of the access stairway\/lift for the Greenwich side.
\nJust behind me is the Old Royal Naval College, which you can see they’ve just finished repairing after that spaceship crashed into it in the movie Thor: The Dark World<\/em>.<\/p>\n

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And this is the view from the other side.
\nNear as I can tell, based on the road layouts & house designs, where I was staying used to be a wharf complex (the road is named Empire Wharf)<\/em>, with warehouses & all that, and got redeveloped into residential. All of the houses around were done in roughly the same style, even if they weren’t part of the same building, and when you crossed one of the roads running around the perimeter of the Isle of Dogs, that suddenly changes, and there’s a lot more variety in age & design.
\nI need, or at least want, to do some more digging into this, to see how the area developed over the years.<\/em><\/p>\n

So, stuff I did?<\/p>\n

For the first while, “had a bad time due to jetlag, with maybe a minor lurgh of some sort” would cover it.
\nDid do some tourist things, like the Museum of London Docklands (which was fascinating until they got to an entire wing dedicated to the wranglings of committees for development from the 70’s onward) and the British Museum (which I’ll be going back to, as it was just too humid a day to be in a crowded place).<\/p>\n

After a few days I moved to a hostel in Greenwich, St. Christopher’s, which is over a pub.
\nThis becomes important later.
\nThis was my first ‘bed in a dormitory’ stay of the trip, and indeed my first of that type of stay in a very<\/em> long time.
\nI’ve stayed in hostels before, but had gone with private rooms. This wasn’t an option here.
\n<\/em>The setup at St. Christopher’s was pretty good; You enter through the bar, but there’s a prox-card door to get into the hostel proper, another to open the door to the room, a specifically assigned bed, and a locker big enough that I could have fitted Big Red in there twice over without issue, in the form of a rolling metal cage which took up half of the under-bed space, with the other half being the locker for the other bunk. I got the top bunk, and it was pretty comfy, and also under a window, which was a useful thing, because holy crapballs <\/strong> did that place get hot. Even with a pedestal fan going and the windows open it was still too hot to need the provided duvet most nights, and I only closed the window when absolutely<\/strong> needed, such as heavy rain.
\nOn the subject of that window … Yeah, the pub was loud. To the extent that there was a jar of earplugs in each room, provided for free, and on Friday & Saturday nights they were really needed, as the loud music didn’t stop until 2am. Rest of the time it only ran 10pm to Midnight.
\nThis place had piped music running constantly, not at ear-splitting volume, but at a noticeable level, even at 7am during breakfast.<\/em><\/p>\n

With no particular demands on my time, I just sort of relaxed into being in the UK.
\nGot a cellphone number, wandered semi-aimlessly around using the Underground, and the River Buses, and my own two feet, and didn’t really do much of great consequence or importance.<\/p>\n

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Also, there was a crow mooching about at one of the River Bus stop.<\/p>\n

The dorm experience did mean that I met people, which was kind of nice.<\/p>\n