One ticket to Tula please!

Welcome to the world.  Welcome to... Woolwich Arsenal.  We congregated there with varying levels of success.  Tula very nearly had to set up a market stall after struggling with the one-way system; others got confused by the buses and sat-navs; great confusion ensued over Oyster cards, Zip cards and singles, but Beverley was the hero of the moment, coming to the rescue and sorting us all out.  One of our Leaders is called Tula, and was tasked with sorting out the tickets.  The message was misconstrued and one of the Guides attempted to buy a ticket to Tula, which didn't really work.

So we boarded the DLR train, with our pull-along cases and carry-on baggage; there weren't too many people around.  We had the whole carriage to ourselves, apart from two other very confused travellers.  We sorted out our numbering system to avoid losing anyone, especially Jade.

We have been a tiny bit delayed by, well, we're not sure quite why.  Something about the air traffic control computer being in night mode, rather than day mode.  Story of my life.  I felt like that at 5am this morning.  So we are chilling, chatting, reading, resting, learning not to leave our bags unattended and soaking up the atmosphere at London City Airport.

The air traffic control computer is called NATS and we don't think she's involved in Girlguiding.