Yes, I Have Landed...In Bed
The flight was uneventful. Best kind of flight. I arrived at the hotel around 11:30 am local time. Thought I'd gotten my second wind during the car ride from Heathrow to the hotel during a great conversation with the driver. My plan was to stay awake for the day and go to sleep around 10 pm.
I checked into the room, feeling all energetic and everything. Made a couple of phone calls and then headed out to get some British-style cash at the ATM around the corner. Went to eat lunch. Started walking around after lunch intent on finding two things: a Starbucks for really strong coffee (I theorized that London is much like any other major city - walk far enough and you'll find a Starbucks) and a place to buy a prepaid SIM card for the GSM mobile phone my friend lent me. I did find a Starbucks, thus proving my theory. However, for the first time in my life, I've seen a Starbucks that is closed during broad daylight. Yeah, I know it's Sunday, but I've never come across a Starbucks that is closed on Sunday. So much for the strong coffee. Couldn't find a Vodafone or some such to purchase the SIM card, so I figure I'll get that tomorrow.
After walking around for about an hour, I hit the wall. I was exhausted. I felt like I was literally going to fall asleep whilst walking. So I headed back to the hotel and changed my plan - I slept for about three hours. Ah well. I'll get some dinner now and still try to go to sleep around 10 pm local time. The way I feel right now, I won't have any problem falling asleep in 2 1/2 hours.