The Lost and Found

by david

So my first adventure involves becoming lost at Heathrow Airport in London: I am found now so “All’s Well That Ends Well.” No cell phone or wifi forced me to explore the underground trains of London (see photo) in the rain with all my baggage and bass bag (see photo) attempting to find the hotel where we are staying that I did not know the name of until I ran into Don and Bunk walking in the rain between the venue and the hotel. (The Millennium {In some ways, it did feel like a thousand years}). They thought customs might have arrested me and put me in jail. No, customs was very polite to me even though I could provide them with very little info other than my boarding pass and my passport.a href=””>20140301-100603.jpg