OK This is going to be spread over multiple days and posts because I'm 9 days in to this thing already and need to start from the beginning.
This sweet blahg will have it all. You will laugh, cry, and root for my demise and pain (BY favorite pastime), I have already lived and died 1000 times so far and the best part is there are 8 days left for me to end up in a NHS room, which seems to be tradition here as that is where I ended up on last summers trip as well. This will also be a travel review as I have been on every mode of transportation, hotel, etc..... and I have a lot to say about that.
I have time right now because as I type this I am bed ridden with 102 degree fever thanks to our friend, Covid (39 Celsius since I'm in Europe which coincidentally was the same temp outside that was record setting 2 days ago when my fever spiked to 104 in the hills of Alva, Scotland in an air bnb that has no air conditioning and windows that can only open 2 inches. My 7 month pregnant fiancée (will be heretofore referred to as GF because I don't like typing the word I always misspell it) is next to me in bed right now also with Covid. Mine may be funny, hers isn't considering the pregnancy.
But I am getting ahead of myself, there is so much more! So let's travel back in time 9 days, and start with part 1 which I call "Go pound sand British Airways!"