Immediately after exiting the secure area of the London airport, one person slowly followed me— I locked eyes with him, dodged around, and he had gone back to waiting for someone else to exit security that was less aware. As I was congratulating myself, another man came right up to me— I felt his intent more than anything, and twisted my bag, connecting with his discreetly outstretched arm. He immediately walked away. I hadn’t even gotten to the information kiosk yet.

Now, traditional English breakfast, after so which I’ll make my way to my hostel.