Arriving in London (Updated with more photos)

The flight to London was long.  Even though I dozed here and there during the 10 hour flight, I never was able to really sleep.  We arrived in London Heathrow about noon feeling a bit bleary-eyed, but we were determined to stay awake until bedtime in order to adjust to the time change as quickly as possible.

It was my first border crossing ever, and I didn't know what to expect. After finding out I am a fish biologist, the border guard who stamped my passport recommended the Congo River as a place ripe for fish study, which was something I had never considered.  A discussion about fish and a recommendation to visit the Congo River to see the fish was a conversation I would not have anticipated having at the border, but I learned a lot. After passing through the border check and gathering our luggage, we took the tube to West Kensington and walked to our hotel. Greg was smart enough to write down all the tube transfer information before we left, so luckily we didn't have to think too hard while navigating.

After checking in and freshening up, we decided to jump back on the tube and go to Harrods. We figured it would be fun to see that area of London, and looking around a giant department store wouldn't tax our mental facilities much.  We didn't really know how big Harrods was. Just trying to find our way around the store taxed our overtired mental facilities. There are six floors (or was it seven?) with everything from tea in the food halls to hamsters in the pet kingdom.  There is even a Chocolate Bar, which we would have patronized had there not been a long wait to be seated. We grabbed a bite to eat at the deli and then wandered about a bit.  After Harrods we went to Picadilly Circus, but as tired as I was, I couldn't handle the crowds for very long.

We headed back to the hotel went to bed early, anxious to rest up for the next day.

Greg and I at the Egyptian Escalator at Harrods:

Knightsbridge station:

Greg and I at Picadilly Circus: