I’ve taken a short-term secondment from my old job. I wanted a new challenge and now I’m getting it, but not in the way you might think.
Here’s what happened: flew to Londonland earlier this evening. Forgot what an endless journey it is between Heathrow and the city centre, got on the train arrive at my destination an hour after getting off the flight. All good, I walk to the hotel and the desk clerk says, “Excuse me sir, I’ll just be a minute,” and then disappears for about ten.
Ok, I’m getting a little worried. The hotels were all booked up when I’d been booking my room. What if they’d given my room away? What would I do?
Basically, they hadn’t given my room away, it had become unavailable due to a maintenance issue. So they’d given my room away. To make up for it and keep me off the streets, they offered to taxi me off to the Marriott in Regent’s Park. I knew no difference and just wanted my bed, so hurrah.
The taxi driver (complementary, of course) arrived. This wasn’t a London cab. It was a bloke in a Fiat. Now he was very lovely and as it turned out very calm for a driver in London. But for a few minutes I kept checking my GPD to make sure we were on a recognised route. All because Marcus at work told me a story about the time he thoughts he was kidnapped by a dodgy taxi driver in Rio.
Get to the hotel and, actually, it’s nicer than the other one. Shame I have to swap over tomorrow night. Oh well…
I’m going to get some more USA pictures up soon.
