The situation is worsening and whilst sitting in a Parisian cafe across the road from our B&B we read that it could be months the disruptions persist for.
I thought about the worst case scenario and realised, this is probably it. We have no idea how long we will be here for.
I sent dad a joke text saying we might catch a train across Russia and fly back from China. He said that was actually a good option. Or the south of Italy was another one. So the adventure continues.
After 6 weeks of almost missing flights, almost not being able to fly due to stomach cramps, having passports taken by Middle Eastern men at the airport, hospital visits, and countless train rides and flights we are ready for something simple.
But alas, at least we can come home with some interesting stories and perhaps some good material for a story/movie/novel/song.
Angus and Julia Stone are playing a gig down the end of our street on Thursday. Since I missed them in March cause I was in a dessert in Africa, I think we might try get tickets. That is if they can even get here.
We sit in our beds and laugh, or while we're walking through Soho, turn to each other and comment through giggles of unbelief, 'we're stranded in London'. And then we think of the people who need to get home urgently, or are sleeping on an airport floor, travelling by them self and feeling very much alone.
Yesterday sitting in this same internet cafe 3 girls sat on computers behind us, one of them crying as they realised they two were stuck here. When we see other people on the train or in the street dragging a suitcase behind them, we feel like saying 'we know how you feel'.
So the next stage may include Russia or Italy or Germany or a long stay in a b&b in London that can hardly fit the two of us and our 23kg of luggage that is spewed out over our barely there floor, like a volcano.
Sending love from a very chaotic London. xx
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