hopefully you’re in a nicer hotel than I am but at least I’m in town and not out at KEF. The grumbling you hear isn’t me complaining - just my stomach talking. No hotel food at this hour so I’m subsisting on snacks mooched from various ORD & LHR lounges (those LHR caramels!) and a yogurt procured after a bracing walk to a food shop on the next street over. I tagged along with a fellow pax on the food run otherwise I’d prob have gotten lost with my migraine+brain fog brought on by this ‘very long day so far’ caper.

I think we’re all just numbers at this point to AA. I don’t know how they could track us down if they had to since the voucher scheme was non-existent. it was basically: 17 pax to this hotel; 30 pax to that hotel; 23 to some other hotel etc. etc. The purser had one paper manifest, which she had to give to the customs & border officer, though she & the captain took photos of it first. Time to hit the crib in my lie-flat bed.