Oh well, more time to fill this blog with unsolicited advice and comments. I’m just happy the bluetooth keyboard, which was badly misbehaving earlier, has mended its ways and is no longer inserting double letters into practically every word I type. Checked my bag after earlier being told I was too early. Anyone who knows me realizes that is an impossibility, but that’s what happened, on a stack of Bibles. And now the departure board tells those of us flying to Biarritz that they have not yet assigned a gate to that flight – check back in an hour, it says. If I were a duty free guy, I guess I would walk through the impressively large collection of duty free shops here at Luton Airport – but I’m not.

I did accomplish adding London to my life list though it took a lot of walking to find a little spot devoid of asphalt. If you haven’t the slightest what I’m talking about, you haven’t read a previous post. Get with it!
As near as I can tell, Luton (pronounced Lou-ton) is mainly a departure/arrival hub for budget carriers. I’m flying EasyJet from here. That said, it’s a bustling place, with a diversity of races and languages. Speaking of, did you know that they speak English here. Remember that. It may be your ticket to Jeopardy.

In the category of unsolicited travel advice. Be patient. Get there early, though I think I outdid it when putting together this itinerary. The warnings I read advised allowing a minimum of 4 hours to make the transfer from Heathrow to Luton. I was dropped off less than an hour after I boarded the bus. And now I sit with crowds of other waiting people listening for the call to our respective boarding gates. We will all be in far different places than London when we finally arrive.