It rained this morning, but by the time we packed up and checked out of the Olympia Hilton in Kensington, it quit. Good omen, we thought. We were able to drag our broken wheeled suitcase to the Overground train station only a few blocks.
I dressed for rain, as it was predicted to continue throughout the day but never did. Luckily, I wore
a sweater as well. This with my S.Betzina puzzle Rag and Bone pointe (from Mood and has a lot of cotton. Bought this fabric in navy and black and love it!) pants and a Focus Cowl neck from Rupert Cornelius in Madison, WI
I had located a T K Maxx (that is not a typo. Same store, but they changed the name "to not confuse people") in Soho as we had to replace our destroyed suitcase and I figured they had one. They did and we repacked it right in the luggage department. Heard a Code 4 announcement on the loud speaker, but it wasn't about us, fortunately.
We got handicapped treatment in the Underground, involving an escort to the hidden lift, and 3 different young men helped lift our new suitcase when there were only stairs. Only problem was we arrived at the wrong airport. (London airport #4) as they were closing (1:00pm?) and there were no more trains back into downtown London. A big Avis bloke fixed the fact they wouldn't let me use their bathroom, fortunately.
Our iPhone said to take a number 474 bus to Manor Park where we could take two trains to the Stansted airport. We jumped off once too soon, but that was the least of our worries as the bus driver helped us with that. After reboarding, the bus driver, who was reluctantly cordial by now, informed us the football game was letting out, and we sat for an hour or two inching along in the worst traffic jam I have experienced. At first it was somewhat amusing to watch the bus driver swear at the people who got in his way. But, then his shift ran out and we had to get out of the bus with our two big suitcases in a stiff, cold wind and wait on the next bus for over an hour.
No public restrooms in site. Rex walked to a Texaco to no avail. I took refuge in a laundromat to warm my hands for a while. We got sandwiches and crisps from Tesco Express since we had planned to eat a leisurely brunch at our hotel at the airport, and were starving by then. We were in East Dem, an incredibly, racially diverse part of London someone later told me can " get a bit rough" after a game. We heard a bit of hollering before the game from some young, white lads in the Underground in Soho, outside the Starbucks, but fortunately, everyone else was really mellow.
Eventually got to Manor Park and followed the fans to the train station, where another polite young man carried my bag.
What a day!!! We left our hotel at 10:30am and made the 6:00pm train to Stansted where we finally found immaculate restrooms and Pinot Grio. Fortunately, the airport Hilton had a great salmon dinner and we got in a few laps in their indoor pool before bed time.
Our 4:30am wake up call, our mass transit adventure complete with a view of the Olympic grounds, or Rexs nightmare screams must have wired me. Fell asleep finally about an hour before it went off.