This was my first flight out of the La Rochelle airport and while I knew the airport was tiny, I didn't think about the fact that I was going to be flying on this:
|The plane I flew on|
While it's cool you can see inside the cockpit for the entire flight:
|Being able to see into the cockpit is interesting|
|This tiny plane only|
held 19 passengers
|The view of the Thames River|
from the Blue Anchor Pub
|My brother Greg|
What's even more interesting is that I used to live in Dolphin Square: with Greg. The furnishings are poor, the service abysmal and the rents astronomical. Combine that with paper-thin walls which meant that even turning on the stereo at low volume generated complaints from the neighbors (whom I could hear quite clearly when they were having intimate moments) means that I'm surprised Greg agreed to move in there again.
Grumbling aside, Lewis finally finished his work and arrived at the flat later in the evening. It was great catching up with him (but damn if I didn't forget to take a photo of him).
|Battersea Power Station, the|
view from my brothers' flat.
|Our (deceased) brother Randy, on the left|
|This restaurant desperately needs|
a native English translator
|Um, no thanks.|