My ticket to Iceland was the standard budget "no-allowances-even-if-they-benefit-all-parties-involved, screw you" tickets so I would remain in London for the next two days. Every hostel in town was fully booked and thus, as it often had in the past, Heathrow Terminal 3 would serve as my home base. During my stay, I explored the exceedingly pleasant boroughs of Richmond and Kingston, and made the obligatory stop-off in Covent Garden; for once, English food actually appeared to be improving my health.
The holy river Ganges
The Taj Mahal (I know, you've seen this exact same picture a million times)
Human statue with axe