Leaving, again

Here I sit at Heathrow's Terminal 4. For those with money, it's a freaking paradise. The shopping is fantastic, but unfortunately I will not be partaking. The exchange rate is just too outrageous.

The only thing I don't like about Heathrow is that the gates are not stated until about an hour before the flight. I'm sure the shops love that as people tend to just wander around until their gate is announced, but it's bloody annoying unless you want to spend spend spend or drink drink drink. (I do not as yet fall into either category, although a drink is sounding rather tempting.)

Yesterday I wandered around the Kensington/Chelsea/Holland Park area, typically known for being extremely high-rent. It's a lovely area, very quiet and picturesque. As I was walking towards Notting Hill I passed by a real estate/letting agency and caught a glimpse of one of the photos advertising a flat for rent. I didn't look all that close but I think it was a two or three-bedroom flat... for £3,250, or approximately $6400.

Per week.

They might as well take a pint of blood while they're at it, honestly.

Anyway, my flight leaves in about an hour and twenty minutes. I have no idea what time it is in Delhi right now but I'll be arriving at 5:00 in the friggin' morning and this time I'm sure the jet lag will be awesome.

Haha, ironically they're announcing the British Airways flight to Seattle as I type this. Heh.

Oh, and if any of you are interested in receiving a postcard from India, please email me your address because I didn't bring any of them with me. paintedlotus @ gmail.com or lewis.jeanie @ gmail.com :)

And by the way, I'm arriving in Delhi without a hotel reservation-- w00t! (Don't worry, mother, I know where I want to stay, I just haven't been able to contact them is all...)