Shaken and stirred

Certainly shaken after a shoogly night spent sleeping somewhat fitfully. The highlight of course was the expected nocturnal visit requiring getting dressed while lying horizontally, descending from the top bunk, nipping along the corridor and return. Luckily only once was required. Reminded me of camping in my wee tent but being shaken throughout added a little something. No photos taken, thank goodness.

I did notice that some of the other ‘roomettes’ were equipped with their own cludgie handily placed beside the chair/bed. Not sure if they were an upgrade to ours or vice versa.

For breakfast I had chosen the continental while G chose the omelette. Big mistake. Microwave reheating does not improve said omelette. Binned and my breakfast shared.

8.30 arrival in a surprisingly small station in the sticks. Took an hour and a half to get the 4 miles to the hotel via a bus, metro, a further bus and a walk. Able to check in which was a real bonus. Showered and then out.

Visited Martin Luther King Jr’s National Park. Included a film, a talk, a visit to his church where he preached and where his funeral was held, his birthplace and lots of clips of his speeches. Man that guy was a an orator. Incredible to think that all happened in my lifetime.

Back to the hotel to chill out in our 10th floor room. Not bothering with dinner as lunch was quite late. Another one of those Philly cheesesteaks. Shared, I’m not made of money.Read more