Cheerio London

Crowded sidewalks mean taking to the street on Portobello Rd

Sunday, Sep 11 -- London

We were in fairly good shape Sunday morning as Julie spent most of Saturday night packing for her and Owen. With the bulk of the work behind us we decided to head out to Portobello Market in Notting Hill. The market is actually a bunch of shops and restaurants along Portobello Road peddling everything from 'said to be' antiques to the latest in fashion from All Saints Spitafields; ending with an open air market farther down the road.

I grabbed a pair of non-antique shoes and Julie an unworn dress before reaching the end of the market.  After some lunch we headed back along Hyde Park to the hotel to finish packing up and load up in our van; merely 20 minutes late from our booking time.  Quel surprise. Apparently our driver thought the hotel made a grave error in their time estimates as he figured we would never make it in time.  Quel surprise #2 -- but not our fault.  Fortunately traffic was on our side and we made it without delay or issue.

Aboard the plane the only noteworthy occurrences were a drunk passenger that fell into the seats of other passengers and had to be cut-off by the flight attendants and changing Owen on a slippery change table in the small washrooms aboard the plane in slight turbulence with him kicking and sliding all over his messy diaper -- resulting in the dirtiest washroom (including mirror) one has ever seen.  Ultimately a package of baby wipes were called in to wipe down the entire lavatory.

Happy time.

Sleepy times.

Sleepy times.

Owen was good on the plane with a few fussy times followed by sleepy time.