We will soon land in Barcelona after a generally pleasant flight on one of easyJet’s large orange planes. I am very hungry, however. One of the shops in London would not accept Visa, so apparently the card was not accepted everywhere after all.

While Ashley slept on the couch beside me, I woke from a short rest feeling almost dizzy from having slept so little over the previous five days. I began talking with two women nearby, Nikki and Alysia, who also went by Maggie. I did not understand the two names, but we joked about it together. When I took a drink from my CamelBak, they both looked surprised and asked what it was. I showed them, and they found it amusing. Without expecting anything, I gave one of them my email address and the dates when I would be in London. “If you are ever very bored and want to be a tour guide, please send me an email,” I said. Ashley and I agreed there was a 95 per cent chance that the address would be in a rubbish bin by the time we boarded. They were leaving for two weeks in Greece.

I am relieved to be reaching a place with a bed. I am exhausted and looking forward to more than two hours of sleep. We are supposed to go clubbing tonight, but that is unlikely to happen. Whitecaps are now visible on the ocean, so I am going to pack my things for landing. I will share any updates from our potential London tour guides.