Limassol; Tuesday, 23 January, 2024

After work finished for the day I headed over to Heathrow and my hotel for the night, which turned out to be a bad choice – my normal hotel of choice had been quite a bit more expensive for the night, but it would have been wiser to pay the extra as the hotel I chose turned out to be pretty poor – which is quite surprising for a supposedly four star hotel.

The room was bakingly hot, but the air con was catastrophically noisy so there was no way to get the room to a pleasant state. I should just have tried to open the windows as they kept out virtually no noise, which considering the take-off runway was only a couple of hundred feet away was the next problem.

Finally to add insult to injury my so called premium room overlooked the next-door McDonalds Drive Thru, and more importantly the super bright floodlights that, no matter how you drew them, could penetrate every crack in the curtains illuminating the room.

Though all of that paled into insignificance as I tried to get some sleep in a bed that must have been made from a cross section of road, complete with speedbump down the middle of the bed.

Needless to say, I got very little sleep.