Paddington. London.
"I swear, this islands will sink one day!" The Letterman-look-alike Englishman yelled at the frustration of the lack of information provided by the Heathrow "Express" train from LHR to Paddington station. "World class airport" he sneered. I laughed. A perfect summary, I thought. Took a deep breathe. It had taken me almost an hour to get out of this incredibly sluggish airport. (Not to mention I had chosen this one over Stansted thinking it'll make my life easier.) The train started moving. My sister and her fiancé had just arrived at the restaurant, and I had lost my chance to shower and put away my luggage. "Which side is the North?" I asked a woman inside the station as soon as I got off the train. "The North?" "Um, Bishop's Bridge?" "That way. Behind you." I ran across the station with my two carry ons until I saw the water. Walked into the Italian restaurant chain - the couple sat all the way...