The flight was very long, and it was hard to sleep, but it was uneventful beyond a small take-off delay. And they give you socks! We were given goodie bags with toothpaste, headphones, blankets, and even socks (which I promptly put on, since as my husband says, one of the quickest ways into my affections is to give me socks). I finally had the opportunity to watch Frozen (which is just as good as everyone's said, even if the trolls were creepily non-consent-y, and most of the music was quite excellent) over dinner, and thanks to a sleeping pill was at least able to get some fitful rest.
My advisor firmly recommended that we avoid thinking about the time change, and especially refrain from figuring out what time it is back in Durham. We've mostly been able to follow this sage advice, but we're still terribly tired from the flight. I expect it'll be a few days before we adjust.
Anyway, customs went smoothly (hooray, they let me into the country to research their old manuscripts!) and after three different trains (well, actually four, but more on that later) and a bit of aimless wandering around the Docklands neighborhood, we are happily settled into our flat. Some lunch, some naps, and now we're about to head for the grocery store because I really can't do without peanut butter for very long.
Some experiences so far:
- The British women's bathroom symbol has a different skirt shape than the American symbol. I wonder why that is?
- Contrary to my expectation, based on the fact that they drive on the opposite side of the road, Brits still walk along the right side of the hallway.
- Apparently, the train doors don't always automatically open, and you have to press a button. Hence the four rather than three trains - we missed our stop and had to catch the next train going back. But we won't do that again!
- They really expect you to already know where you're going in this town. Evidently it's terribly frowned upon to have a London Underground map open while sitting on the train, and street signs are not neatly displayed on posts at every intersection. If you are lucky enough to get a street sign, it's probably printed on a building somewhere. Which is weird, and makes it hard to find your way around.
- What exactly is marmite, and how (and why) would one eat it?