Getting down to it, this whole plan is downright mad... Landed in London at 5:30 local time, 00:30 in Indiana. Didn't sleep much because the Albanian man next to me didn't know how to turn off his reading light, and my seat at the bulwark also placed me directly below the television, so I had that gentle glow as well. I'm presently aboard a coach to London (with a seatbelt! Crazy Brits) and then I'll take a second coach to the other airport. My flight leaves there around 5pm local time and I arrive in Bratislava, Slovakia somewhere near 8. So that's actually only 24 hours of travel. Not as bad as I'd thought, and I do get to chill at Standsted for a while, where I can rest up. Heathrow really is a city unto itself. Likely twice as big as the city my dad grew up in (Manawa, WI, host of the awesomest July 4th rodeo weekend) and over 1,000 times more people there on a daily basis.
Swapped coaches and now I'm enjoying free wifi on my way to Stansted. Parents trying to convince me to come to Prague (I know, horrible issue to debate, one ancient European city or another) but I'm set on my day in Bratislava, because it's another country on my list.
London is gorgeous. Wish I could stay here on someone else's dime though....
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