One last trip through London town on a cold November evening. The condensation of the bus windows gives dazzling bokeh to the bright lights of this global capital. Slowly we shunt through the traffic, watching the panic buying trinket seekers, satisfying Christmas consumer demands. Crowds of people eager not to miss out.
Now, now we’re off. And I’m mid way through rare beef fillet and a good way down a fine chateauneuf du pape, mid Atlantic on the BA2239 to Peru.