It begins.. sort of!

The tour begins here.  I am sitting in a small guest house, a mile from Heathrow, about to get some sleep before a (very) long day tomorrow.  My alarm is set for 4am, and I won’t arrive in my hotel until around 1am BST, which is 5pm PDT.  Hopefully I will be able to snooze a bit on the plane..

It feels very strange to be sitting here: the trip has begun, and yet I’m sitting in a guest house in London listening to aeroplanes take off and land, effectively just waiting for the early morning so I can get on.  I think when I wake up on Friday in a hotel in Las Vegas, it will all feel very different, and very much more exciting.