From Heathrow to Sloane Square

The plane ride from Washington, DC was uneventful as was the pass through customs and baggage reclaim. On to the tube at Heathrow and to downtown London.

We are off the first train and getting another. Sheila is always quick and in that fashion was at the front of the line to board again. I am at the back of the pack. She's the first one on the train, BUT, Ilona is wavering now--maybe this is not our train. The door closes and Sheila is the only one of our party on the train. She rides off with the fear of terror written all over her face. Everyone is screaming: "Get off at the next station!" "Get off at the next station!" She didn't hear a word of it.

Logically, we thought, we will simply board the next train and catch up with her--no need to panic. We get the next train and off at the next station--it is empty and Sheila, we cannot find. Okay, we call her on her cell phone. She is at Sloane Square, 4 train stops away and not in the direction of our journey at all. Ilona can't understand how she got to Sloane Square so fast. Ilona and I, John, get on the next train bound to Sloane Square while the others head to the High Street Kensington station. We get off the train at Sloane Square station and there is no Sheila, but as we climb the last stair to ground level, there she is. She is a bit shaken up by the whole experience but besides emotions, is still intact.

That's a great way to start a tour in a city you have never seen before.

Sloane Square Underground Station

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