So when I left you last, I was having a beer at the Norfolk airport, waiting to board a plane for New York’s JFK airport.
The plane turned out to be one of those tiny American Eagle puddle-jumpers.
Seems like these planes get smaller and smaller every day.
Less than two hours later, however, we were coming in for a landing at JFK. If you look very closely, you can just make out the skyline of the Big Apple in the background here.
My layover at JFK was about two-and-a-half hours. I had a number of important e-mails to send. But the damn wifi wasn’t working in the terminal. Thanks for nothing, Boingo. My messages would have to wait another nine or ten hours until I got to London.
Here was the American Airline jet that took us across the Atlantic:
The guy sitting next to me was from Raleigh and had all sorts of interesting travel stories. It was a cool reminder that, as much as I fly these days, I’m still a neophyte when it comes to international business travel.
Instead of doing the smart thing — sleeping — I watched the movie Inception. Or maybe I just dreamed I saw it. Either way, I managed only to get a couple of hours of shut-eye between JFK and Heathrow. That, combined with the way I felt after making the long, long foot-and-bus journey from Heathrow’s Terminal 3 to Terminal 5 — the British Airways terminal — plus, the fact that it was cold and rainy and looked just awful out there, I decided not to check my bags and ride the express train into downtown London after all.
Meaning I spent the whole damn day today in the British Airways executive lounge.
I shot this thing extensively the last time I flew through here, so I didn’t bother to take too many new pictures.
I spent most of the afternoon out in the terraced area of the lounge that overlooks the concourse. What little sunlight the clouds let through poured through those windows. I figured the light would help me adjust to the five-hour time difference between here and home.
I took a nice long shower, changed clothes and checked my messages. At lunchtime, I skipped the free fingerfood buffet and went next door to Huxleys’ restaurant, where they advertise traditional English cooking. I passed on the obvious choice — fish n’ chips — and went for the Roast of the Day special.
Nearly 12 pounds, though. Man, that’s a lot of meat! Luckily, that was the cost and not the portion size.
I received three large slabs of delicious roast beef, some carrots, greens and potatoes, topped off with that ring-shaped piece of bread they call “pudding.”
Make no mistake: This was delicious.
I topped the whole thing off with Bass beer.
The Bass, unfortunately, was not so tasty. In fact, when the waiter eagerly offered me a second pint, I nearly turned him down. It tasted less like Bass and more like Bassomatic.
The waiter then eagerly offered me a dessert. I’ve been taking my medicine lately and my blood sugar is pretty decent, so I figured I could splurge just a bit. But I wasn’t sure with what. Most of these sounded way too sweet for me.
I went with the Lemon Tart. Which was very much like a lemon meringue pie with a small scoop of ice cream on the side.
Eating so much at lunch backfired one me pretty badly, however. Several times over the afternoon, I nearly dozed off while blogging and answering messages. I think my lack of sleep has definitely caught up to me.
My plane leaves here tonight at 5:50 p.m. — a little less than an hour from now. I’m about to pack up and head down to my gate.
I’m scheduled to arrive at O.R. Tambo airport at 6:45 a.m. tomorrow, South African time. Which will be only 11:45 p.m. Friday night in Virginia Beach.
I plan to get plenty of sleep tonight, however.
FOLLOW ALONG ON MY LATEST TRIP TO SOUTH AFRICA
- Thursday, Nov. 4: Leaving home
- Thursday, Nov. 4: Greetings from Miami Beach
- Friday, Nov. 5: A Friday in Londonâ€™s Heathrow airport
- Monday, Nov. 8: My home for the next six weeks
- Thursday, Nov. 11: Teaching news artists in Johannesburg
- Thursday, Nov. 11: I found my pants! I found my pants!
- Friday, Nov. 12: How would you like to work in this gorgeous sports department?
- Sunday, Nov. 14: A lazy Sunday morning in Johannesburg
- Monday, Nov. 15: A gorgeous Sunday at an African craft market
- Wednesday, Nov. 17: An interesting op-ed page illustration
- Thursday, Nov. 18: Evangelizing about infographics in Bloemfontein
- Sunday, Nov. 21: A gorgeous room atop Cape Town, South Africa
- Monday, Nov. 22: A daylight view of Table Mountain
- Tuesday, Nov. 23: Who needs TV in Cape Town?
- Thursday, Nov. 25: An amazing American-style Thanksgiving dinner
- Friday, Nov. 26: A stroll down St. George’s Mall
- Saturday, Nov. 27: Mountain watching on a blustery day in Cape Town
- Saturday, Dec. 4: A fun, first-person graphic for the business page
- Sunday, Dec. 5: The difference 8,000 miles can make
- Monday, Dec. 6: Following up on that big business graphic
- Thursday, Dec. 9: More photos from my week in Cape Town
- Friday, Dec. 10: Attack of the giant damn bug
- Sunday, Dec. 12: A little Sunday Christmas shopping at Sandton City mall
- Tuesday, Dec. 14: The ugliest building you’ll ever see
- Friday, Dec. 17: I told you it’s been raining here in Johannesburg
- Sunday, Dec. 19: Stuck at Johannesburg’s O.R. Tambo airport
- Sunday, Dec. 19: Holed up for the night at a hotel near the airport
- Tuesday, Dec. 21: Bonjour from Paris
- Tuesday, Dec. 21: Home, finally
- Sunday, Dec. 26: Christmas with the Apple family
- Thursday, Jan. 6: Heading back to South Africa today