Monday, 24 December 2018
Heathrow, England
Typing this whilst sipping on a glass of Laurent Perrier Grand Siecle in BA’s Concorde Lounge. We might as well start as we mean to carry on. It’s all rather relaxing now and starting to feel mellow. Morning fraught with trying to resolve computer problems, which means my ineptitude in such matters has made things worse. So you may receive this blog, you may not.
Surprisingly good journey to Heathrow by train, apart from little Henry and Edward on the next table screeching away, and then the Piccadilly Line as the Heathrow Express is on a Christmas shutdown, so I have to endure 1hr crammed in with all the other travellers and oversized bags as this is now the only easy way to get to Heathrow, apart from a substantial taxi fare.
It’s a very quick transit through the dedicated security and soon settle in to the lounge, of which there are two, the First and the Concorde, though not sure what the difference is between the two. I’ve cashed in some airmiles from my weekly trips to Frankfurt over the years.
Quick shower in the spa to delouse myself after travelling on the Tube and then pre-flight dinner in the restaurant.
Only another 3hrs to kill but there are worse places to be to kill 3hrs.
All being well, shall be landing in a hot and sunny Santiago, Chile, on Christmas Day.
One response to “2. Concorde Lounge”
Appreciate your references to Ayrton Senna’s Chilean cousin’s grandfather and father, could just imagine the ferocity and wildness of your journeys.