So yes, we've finally arrived, after 28 and half hours of travel. Crossing the world is no mean feat by the time you take into account plane delays, airport traffic, transit security clearance, and long haul flying.
That's before we hit the actual London traffic, which for a Saturday afternoon seemed worse than usual. "London's biggest march in years" read the newspaper headlines explaining the gridlock.
Tens of thousands marching through central London demanding fair wages. Central London was a blurry overcast sea of chaos. But even a rainy day and gridlocked streets couldn't dampen the mood. London is awash with festivity.
The Harry and Meghan merchandise is already on every street corner, every pub window is advertising their wedding day coverage: a pint and a 'cheers' to the Royal newlyweds will set you back six quid. Shop windows have messages of congrats, the Union Jack is flying proudly above the streets, the place is heaving with tourists.
It's not dissimilar to when we were here seven years ago for Wills and Kate's wedding. There is something about a royal wedding that absolutely drives the place bonkers. They love it. This wedding though, has the added magic of American celebrity.