YUL to Terminal 5
Another red-eye flight, compressed and anxious, waiting for the night to end, the clouds to part, the sun to shine. There's a neuro-pharmacologist in the seat next to mine—middle-row, economy class. BA messed-up my booking so here I am, sitting at the back of the plane. We strike up a conversation an hour before landing, then hang out for a bit as we try and find our way through Heathrow.
I have a few hours to kill before my ride shows up.
First coffee, then some wandering.