Sleepless in London

Arrived in the UK at 7AM local time yesterday…

After all these years of imagining the process of getting your passport stamped and going through customs, I was a bit disappointed that there was really nothing to it other than: “what is the purpose of your visit”, “how long are you staying”, “where are you going at the end of your stay”, #Stamp#.

My first order of business was to visit the Groupon UK office so I used a Groupon for the Express Train from the Airport to London proper.

For breakfast I felt compelled to order the most tradition dish I could find…

The black pudding was brilliant #britspeak but I was surprised to find that many of the people I spoke to afterwards,most being locals, had never even tried it! As a side note, the cappuccino that accompanied breakfast was by far the best I’ve ever had.

After getting a tour of the office, a boat load of caffeine and meeting hundreds of fresh/smiling Groupon faces I made my way over to the “Poet” for lunch.

In exchange for lunch, Odera (far right) let me borrow his Oyster Card #transitpass and offered me a place to stay while his flatmate #britspeak remains out of the country.

Having a place to stay reminds me that I haven’t had the luxury of sleeping in quite awhile, in fact I’ve only been able to secure 8 hours rest in the last 62 hour period if you don’t count nodding off for a second (literally) while speaking/mid-word (sorry Sandra…it’s not you it’s me) or momentarily while standing on the tube headed “home” so I think I’m going to have to continue the tale tomorrow.

Until next time…Cheerio!

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