I arrived in London last night, after a couple of days scrambling to arrange travel plans and set things in motion for the business. It was a longish flight, the first time in several years I’d flown between Pakistan and the UK indirectly. The direct flights are PIA which are typically like travelling in a bus held together by duct tape and crewed by a shouty cattle herders, but at least they get you there very quickly. This was a luxurious Emirates flight, brand new aeroplanes, plenty of space, wifi on board, even places to plug in your laptop, but had a 3 hour stopover in Dubai which in any case added a couple of hours to flying time.
It’s very sad here in London, unsurprisingly, and there’s the shakiness I remember from similar experiences in my own life where you come out of a physically and emotionally gruelling experience to have to learn the world all over again.
I’m here for about a fortnight.