It was nice to return home to a new Lachenalia after a long long flight. The only thing that saved me from a Naomi Campbell
was the absence of checked luggage. Terminal 5 rewarded my forbearance with a parting gift of food poisoning.
The trip was so absurdly whirlwind that the highlight was probably flying over Kew. I was looking out the window wondering whose estate has such an extremely large glasshouse when the pagoda
came into view.
We also flew over Elba, Skye, Iceland, and Victoria Island, a lot of interesting islands for a single flight. Except for Elba, they all looked deserted from the air.
On the ground, I did manage to duck into the orto botanico, a pleasant enough oasis, but botanically rather staid in the afternoons, when the greenhouses are closed.
Labels: don't eat the "british breakfast", I'm actually relieved that I may never travel again, islands, Kew, Lachenalia, Naomi Cambell, Rome, Terminal 5