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This day is a blur now, and it was a blur when it was happening. After being up all night, we arrived at Heathrow Airport in foggy London at 6am. We had to get through customs, gather our luggage, and figure out the public transit situation. We got from the airport to the train station via their awesome, wonderful, enviable subway system, then were able to find our train with little trouble and rode a couple of hours through surprisingly empty countryside to Liverpool. We splurged on a cab to the apartment, which was an Air B&B affair in a high-rise- quite nicely if sparsely appointed.
It was cold and damp, and we were exhausted, but tried to keep ourselves awake by staggering around Liverpool. We were only a short walk away from the docks, which was where a lot of touristy stuff is. Liverpool seems to be known for the Beatles and their soccer team, plus they've been around since before America and are also home to these statues that a lot of towns are doing where different artists will get the same statue (in Austin it's a 7-8 foot guitar) and paint it with different designs. They were an imaginary animal that was some protest against genetic modification, but I think that was lost on most people.
We walked down to the convention center where the Magic tournament was going to happen, grabbed some dinner at a weird British-Swedish fusion place and then finally decided it was late enough that we could crash. Sunset seemed really early, and it was long past full dark by the time we got back. We slept great, too.
