Since our departure was delayed by bad weather, my six hour stopover in Heathrow was cut down to five. Still plenty of time for strolling up and down the promenade pondering my need for electronics, cosmetics, and Swarovski kitsch. Plenty of time for deciding between an overpriced sandwich from a fridge case, an overpriced meal in a cleverly named restaurant, or an overpriced plate of sushi at the counter. Plenty of time for finding a comfortable chair at long last and then, losing it because I had to get up to find the loo. Right? Right.<\/p>\n
Except. This mostly sensible girl decided she’d had enough of that crap and booked herself in to the lounge. And there are loads of comfy chairs here and snacks that, if mediocre, are free, and plenty of stuff to drink – if so inclined, a person could mix themselves a cocktail, I kid you not. I’m looking at vodka right now.<\/p>\n
The best thing of all is the wifi, of course. Because I spent a bit of time chatting with K who told me that yes, I should buy the isolation headphones, (Shure e2c, fyi) and then I did a price check and found that actually, the airport shop isn’t totally extortionist and then I went out and bought them and then I came back and watched the planes in a silent empty room and then I wrote this run on sentence.<\/p>\n
It’s 18 pounds – about 35 bucks to use the lounge. And that may seem like a lot of money. But an hour of wifi is about 12 dollars and a cup of tea is about three dollars and a plate of cheese and crackers is about 8 dollars and oh, let’s just say it adds up. Plus, there’s the fact that right now, I’m slouched in a comfy chair with the laptop in relative quiet. What’s that worth?<\/p>\n
I don’t think I’d have bothered were I traveling with a companion. But since I’m solo, I’m finding it worth every nickel. I’m going to be disappointed when I have to quit slouching, put my shoes on, log off, and head for the plane.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Since our departure was delayed by bad weather, my six hour stopover in Heathrow was cut down to five. Still plenty of time for strolling up and down the promenade pondering my need for electronics, cosmetics, and Swarovski kitsch. Plenty of time for deciding between an overpriced sandwich from a fridge case, an overpriced meal … <\/p>\n