Hello from Heathrow!
People say that traveling to Botswana is a difficult process and now it seems I understand why. In fact, it's got nothing to do with Botswana and everything to do with London. Tube strikes and a broken Heathrow Express have already claimed a victim in the form of Emmett who couldn't get a bus despite leaving his flat at 04:30! He took a cab to Paddington only to find the trains in the same state as the English at 6p.m on a Friday night and subsequently missed his plane to South Africa. Thankfully, Christmas/Boxing Day miracles prevail and he is now on a plane to the southern hemisphere and will be catching a bus from Jo-burg to Gaborone. Hopefully hysterical stories will come out of that leg of the trip. The good sort of hysterical, I mean.
John, Zhiheng and myself have braved the elements and have wound up in Heathrow safely from Toronto, Singapore and Paris respectively. The thought of another 11 hours on a plane is daunting but nothing a couple of Bloody Marys can't cure (the wonderful people on Singapore Airlines put me right to sleep for 13 hours this morning). Frankly, John and I have had it easy. Transiting from one terminal to another isn't a problem at all, Zhi's braved central London on Boxing Day on foot with luggage and no tube!
Finally, Anser is apparently in already in Botswana (minus points for being so keen) and Sean has finally gotten a visa and a passport to re-enter the UK (minus points for being so trusting of the Home Office) so the LSE team has stumbled through phase 1 of the journey to Botswana Worlds.
Lots of Christmas Love and Good Cheer To You All!
Judith
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