China my China

An early morning stroll down Wardour Street to Waterloo Station and thence to Guildford.

A day of coaching, as my throat got steadily more sore, followed by a train ride to Gatwick via Redhill.

At Gatwick nothing works properly. Security is chaotic; the free WiFi doesn't have Internet ; the boarding card system is broken when trying to board the plane.

British Airways give me a double double whisky and Claire meets me at the airport. I want to go to bed.