Day 1: London

After a very long flight with little to no sleep, we finally arrived at Heathrow Airport at 6:40pm on a balmy Friday evening.  Kris and the kids were exhausted and my eyeballs were hanging out of my head. We got off the plane to be met with a queue at customs that was ridiculously long. We had been waiting in the line for at least half an hour and hadn’t even got close to half way when a lovely customs officer pulled us out and stuck us at the front of the queue (there are some advantages to travelling with children). We headed down to the underground and jumped on the train to get us to Covent Garden. Fifty minutes later we arrived at our station and jumped in the lift to get to street level. We opened the doors to the lift and BANG, we are hit with this amazing atmosphere. People everywhere partying, socialising, drinking, dining......I looked back at Kris and the kids and they all had massive smiles. Tyler looks at me all excited and says “Dad, this is the best place we’ve been so far”. Considering we were only 30 seconds into our holiday that didn’t hold a great deal of weight, but I understood what he meant, I was in love with this place already!! We headed off on foot fighting our way through the crowds of people with all our gear heading mostly in the wrong direction, but we finally managed to find our apartment with the help of a few strangers. We were greeted by the owner’s son which was a huge relief. You never know when you organise something so far in advance if it’s actually going to happen the way it is meant to. The apartment is fantastic, small, but better than I had expected. It looks straight down onto the busy Shorts Garden road. As much as I’d like to head out and soak up some of this atmosphere, we really do need to get some sleep. We can soak up the atmosphere tomorrow!