Sometimes a journey never feels as lonely, as does one taken with others. The tour group was a diverse collection of individuals. They were strangers brought together by the promise of “shared” discovery. Thus far, all Helen had discovered was that the loud blonde, Ellen smoked too much and used every opportunity to cloud the doorway. Rita spent at least half of the travel time in the loo, and queues usually formed while others waited for her to “finish.”
So much for adventure and commradery. The next time she went to London, Helen concluded, she was going to drive herself.