curt's journal from Uganda-July 25

The person I miss most is my chiropractor, Dr. Rathbone. After nine hours of trying to sleep on the flight from Seattle to London, I think that rather than being in it’s normal semi straight alignment, my neck resembles something more like an accordian or the zigging and zagging line through British Customs. But, I am thankful that the flight was uneventful. My body is definitely not sure whether it’s day or night, which is a new sensation for me. I think I might have slept more on the plane, but there was an family sitting behind us that I think were playing hacky-sack or maybe “wall ball” against our seats. They definitely hadn’t been taught to use their “inside voices” either. We made it through customs without any problems. We thought about taking a trip into London for our nine hour layover. Mary’s sister, Emily, who is a student in London, gave us an awesome map and some great instructions on how we could pack a bunch of sightseeing into that nine hours, but we opted instead to sleep on some hard seats instead. Hmmm…sleep or Trafalgar square? Some broken up tidbits of shut eye or Buckingham Palace? Interrupted snippets of REM-less slumber or Westminster Abbey? It’s amazing what kinds of choices a person can make when they’re sleep deprived. We will definitely hit all of those places on the way back when we have a 24 hour layover. The thought of another long flight doesn’t really appeal to me, but it should be better without the rugby team running through drills behind us.

The great thing about this layover in London is that everything is so cheap here! Oh wait, those are pounds not dollars? What’s a Pound worth? Oh…um…nevermind.