My third continent in six weeks. Oy. Made it into England after a long lineup at Heathrow immigration and an airport-wide search for a cash machine that worked. You know, a lot of people say that Heathrow is the worst airport that they've ever been in. While I'll agree the immigration line was a queue to beat all queues, I was expecting worse from this airport. Patience is definitely required, however.
I'm in Oxford and will be using it as a home base, staying at my good friend Adam's while attending his stag, wedding, post-wedding Scotch tour, and so forth. It'll be fun.