Tuesday, Jan 28. Eleven hour flight. Thought I’d try a new method and sit in a window seat so I could lean against the bulkhead to sleep. Due to configuration, the seat was a foot away. So failure. My row mate, a taciturn Italian, slept nine straight hours, preventing any “walk around” time. Agony.

Successful sojourn at Heathrow. Got a seat change from middle to aisle, security was a remarkable breeze, found a nice camera bag, and lastly entered a fancy lounge, thanks to my new(ish) credit card. Complementary glass of Prosecco, complementary food. Shower available.