31: London and the Intercontinental Park Lane
We arrived off the short flight energised and excited to be in another city, in my case for the first time. We made our way, in what felt like a very quick fashion, down to the Underground station attached to LHR Terminal 5, and waited a few minutes for the next train on the Picadilly line.
Our stop was diagonally opposite our hotel, the IC Park Lane, across a roundabout. Now, I couldn't tell from Google Maps that this roundabout had no overland crossings, and that I'd have to carry our three bags up and down stairs to go via an underpass. However, the sum we saved on taxi fares was worth it, which we later used to treat ourselves on dinner
Intercontinental, and I assume the IHG group, call this their flagship property, and, given the levels of service of the staff, I can see why.
I considered myself underdressed the entire time I was in the hotel, even in my room. I could count on one hand the number of males, service staff or otherwise, not in a full shirt and tie or tux; and one of them was me. Regardless, we were well looked after. For the first time on the trip, we had the bellboy take up our bags. Sometimes, you have to treat yourself. TV and cabinetry were nice.
We were welcomed to the room with mandarins - very tasty, as we would later discover - and a complimentary bottle of water that if I remember correctly was normally 8 pounds on the minibar price list.
Ah, the amenities. Here, they even include a travel charger!
The room itself was arguably a traditional fashion, but our view partially overlooked Hyde Park.