Had a nine hour layover in London, so after successfully finding Jean in a different terminal after a different flight on a different airline, without any means of communication, we hopped aboard the Heathrow Express and made our way to London (which was in the midst of government protests which we happily took part in, because hey, there were guys in kilts playing bagpipes and unions singing songs in three-part harmony and lots of funny signs, so how dangerous could it be, really?).
The best part was when we went to eat lunch (in which we ordered English staples -- fish and chips! bangers and mash!). Then halfway through our meal, we noticed squadrons of riot police teams teaming outside the pub. Turns out that the McDonald's right next door was attacked with graffiti and rocks. Maybe it wasn't such a peaceful protest after all.
But undeterred, Jean and I continued on our tour of London, and walked across a gorgeous bridge that thankfully wasn't falling down, falling down.
