It was an uneventful flight (which was good– you never want an eventful flight!), caught up on The Good Place, and didn’t sleep a wink of course. As to be expected. As I wrote before, I have never been able to sleep on a plane, even a 9+ hour flight that lands at 7 in the morning. I sat next to a lovely woman who was on her way to RUN the Greek isles for two months and write about her experience. Man, I thought I was ambitious!
Check out this British sunrise as the plane started its descent.
As soon as I got through passport control, baggage claim (the pack strap tying job you did last night worked perfectly, Lav), and customs, I found the internal Gatwick hotel Bloc literally 50′ from the security door travelers are spit from. YES!
Check in is supposed to be 4:00, but I went straight to the registration desk anyways. I need sleep!
It will cost an extra £39 to check in at 8 am instead of 4:00? Take my money! Please!
The room is the same size as the bathroom at my house, but I don’t care. I’m going to watch last week’s episode of RuPaul on my iPad to unwind and then hit the sack. Maybe I can sleep for the full 20 hours before my next flight…
Good night and sweet purple-podment dreams!
By the way, it has one of those RV bathrooms where the shower and toilet share the same space. God bless European space efficiency.
Good night, friends (at 9 am)! Tomorrow is flight to Bordeaux, bus to Bayonne, and train to Saint Jean Pied de Port. Then sleep, wake up, and go!
Camino Jen 
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