Day 64, May 2.

I just had the worst night of my trip, by far, and it had nothing at all to do with the 85 stairs (I counted them) that I had to walk up with my heavy bags, nor the fact that I had to walk all the way up and down twice more to get WiFi service because it didn’t reach further than the first floor even though they advertised that they had it.

It was about the fact that at approximately 1:30 AM until about 4:30 AM a group of people in rooms on either side of me came in drunk, yelling, slamming doors (at least 20 times), and talking so loudly it was simply impossible to sleep.

To make matters worse I had re-packed earlier that night and in my stupor I couldn’t find where I had put my ear plugs, so I just put on my headphones and ipod, but they were so loud I even heard them through that.

This morning when I walked out of my room there was used toilet paper (God knows with what) all over the hallway. So this morning I asked the Vicarage Hotel manager for my money back, or at least half of it, and she asked me if I had said anything to them.

So I said, “I’m supposed to confront a drunken group in the middle of the night?”

So she said, “You should have called us or come down to ring the bell.”

But there’s no phone in the room—only the hallway where they were running in and out—and I would have had to walk through them to walk down 85 stairs to ring the bell. Oh well, the perils of a European Tour…

Last night when I was looking for a place to eat I bumped into Bill’s again, the same restaurant where I’d had my great meal in Brighton. I didn’t know it was a little chain. So I went in to have that same great meal again, and it wasn’t nearly as good—it was almost like having two completely different meals—proving once again that you can never go back.

In the morning I as I was waiting by the Underground station to meet Sylvie for a coaching session, and as everyone was milling around and walking by, I suddenly saw everyone as levels of consciousness walking by (as opposed to personalities.). A strange feeling but a really incredible one.

I met Sylvie for the coaching call I owed her. She had flown in from Morzine in the French Alps (not for me; she has property here she had to take care of); she is the one who gave me that great healing there. It was really a pleasure to be with her, she’s a beautiful person and I think she gained something from the session.

Being with Sylvie is like trying to tame a hurricane, but when she’s working as a healer she transforms into the eye; she becomes a brilliant, totally focused, calm person.

Then it was on to St. Albans to be with the amazing Chantal Burns, who is writing a business book about the principles that sounds really exciting.

Lucky me, I was able to take a 2-hour nap so I would be awake enough to do a session for 20+ people on New Perspectives on Well-Being and Wisdom.

I was really happy with how that session came out. Great feeling and people seemed to love it.

Amazingly, Chantal’s house is the last house I am staying at on this trip, and I appreciate it so much. The 2 nights I have left I am staying in hotels.

By the way, now I think what happened to me last night is funny.