As pretty as an airport

So after passing out in record time once we got airborne, I found myself landing in London... well no thats a lie, Heathrow is a good thirty minuet train trip from London... and with a three hour lay over... and hour for customs each way... it just wasn't happening so I was stuck in the air port... and needless to say Douglass Adams had it almost right... the bathrooms where spectacular... though no photos because that just seemed weird at the time, they had all kinds of room had to be sound proof and these marvelous gum ball machines that dispensed chewable toothbrushes. that aside, I had to go through security again... which in england is overseen by big machine gun carrying brits who do not like there picture being taken and with the flight late as it was I was only forced to endure the glory that is heathrow long enough to find some silk knot cuff links and grab a banana before finding the gate I needed to be at and go through more security... because my gate was special and while it was finished all the subsequent gates and hallways leading to it where under construction so you guessed it more scary guys with machine guns.