My experience of England

You cannot criticise this - it is what I recall, my experience

We flew over the north pole, from LA to London, I could see the distant ice in the darkness, November I think.
Landing in London, the hotel Piccadilly square - noise, parties Scandinavians, broken beer bottles, shit in the baths, toilets too. We went down to the dining room and there was an English 'gentleman' lambasting the staff because at 10am he could not have a gentleman's breakfast. I cringed mightily. I have never forgotten that scene. Creepy class! The Taxi driver complaining about the foreigners. I do not forget that either.

Being fed sour red wine from an unlabelled bottle and told I was not used to good wine when I questioned it ...

Meeting people in a Greek restaurant who recognised my family name, knew my uncle... Uncle Harry! The rich uncle I never met.

Stonehenge - now that was indeed special

Cheese and redwine, good redwine, on the floor at Heathrow
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