Sarah Miller went to England, and experienced that dreadful “between arrival and hotel” time I’d forgotten about, what not having flown overseas in three years:
I arrived in London at 10 a.m. but couldn’t get into my hotel room until three. I realized this was standard and not a conspiracy against me. However, just because I was not at all surprised I’d have to wander around Clerkenwell for five hours looking and feeling like utter dogshit doesn’t mean I was pleased about it.
The first two or three days of a trip to Europe I generally feel like I’m in an uncomfortable dreamscape.
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