Gwen is still perky in the international terminal of SFO.	Our standard shot featuring our home for the next 10 hours.	"Pre-Boarding: 1555ish" doesn't sound too professional.	Gwen starts to get a little punchy	and the flight's just starting!
I get a window seat.	Gwen likes the wingtips on Virgin Atlantic.	Finally in the Underground, Gwen is starting to look bleary.	But a quick waffle	helps as a sleep substitute. Keen eyes will spot snowflakes (and note that Gwen's not taken off her gloves).
Gwen on a footbridge over Camden canal.	And here are the actual locks that give Camden Lock Market its name.	Hmmm. In the hotel room, we see that having a common language doesn't necessarily eliminate all confusion.