It’s about 4pm here now in London, and I’ve arrived at London Boy’s house in safety; London was bombed shortly before my plane touched down. About the time I was getting off the plane, the officials were changing their story about a “power surge” in the Underground to state that there had been seven explosions in the Underground and on one (above ground) bus. Currently BBC breaking has the death toll at 33 and the injured at over 300 (current blast map). There is no Underground running anywhere, nor bus service. My sweet host had a hell of a time meeting me at the airport; he kept getting kicked off the Underground at various stops, not knowing why he was being diverted save for a “power surge,” and he criss-crossed stops to arrive at Heathrow before the system was shut down completely — I can’t even express how relieved I am that he’s okay. We waited in a huge line for a taxi (which I’m sure got even worse as news spread of the actual events). The ride cost around $160, as entire sections of London have been closed to *all* traffic; London is at a standstill. My host peered out the window of the taxi saying it was a “ghost town.” Eerie. Awful. We listened to reports on the taxi radio from witnesses talking about business’ walls outside the exploded bus being “covered with blood.”
Excellent post to pictures and coverage @ Boing Boing.
Update: Heathrow (the airport I landed at) has been closed and evacuated. This blog by a London EMT, “Random Acts of Reality” is one to watch.
