Spent the first night of my long adventure in London. Stayed with close family friends in Chelsea, my favorite part of London. London's beauty is always just as striking. My first image coming out of the tube at Sloan Square were three clydesdale horses trotting down a main street along side a red double decker bus. Only in London. Had planned on picking up the keys to where I was staying in a hiding place that involved walking down a steep ladder, and after dragging my 60 pound bags through the tube from Heathrow and along the cobblestone streets my arms and legs were practically shaking (this was the point which I realized traveling for three months with all this crap is not going to work...and the six bottles of sun screen was excessive; sunscreen is available for sale in other countries!) I was afraid I'd barely make it down the ladder, I did make it down, but in my blurry state could not find the keys. My phone was dead so I could not call Adriane, I popped in next door to a real estate office "Stanley Chelsea" to ask if I could plug my phone in. I didn't expect them to say no (although I rarely do) but I didn't expect them to be so overwhelmingly nice. The woman at the front desk immediately helped me in with my bags, offered me a cup of tea and helped me hunt down a blackberry charger since I realized I'd very intelligently only brought European adapters and none for the UK. I was shocked to find out that only one person in the whole office had a Blackberry or even a smart phone at that--this would be an impossibility in the U.S. I proceeded to take out my lab top to charge my phone, at which point she offered me the wireless password. So there I was sitting at someone's desk, working on my computer, having a cup of tea and charging my phone. I was overwhelmed by their hospitality and I think it goes without saying that this would not happen at home. Finally when my phone did turn on I didn't even have Adriane's number (I'd come very prepared). I sent her an email with mine and after about an hour the boss of the office came over and asked if I'd be with them for the whole afternoon. I explained the key drama and he said in his very british accent "Let me have a look". I was mortified at the idea of having him go down this steep rusting iron ladder for me but before I could say anything he was at the bottom of it holding an envelope saying "Are you daft?"