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8 hours behind schedule and we have finally made it to London. What an interesting start to the trip. The flight was initially delayed leaving Edmonton due to a tire change, then once we stopped in Winnipeg they somehow managed to bust the door on the plane which set us back another few hours. Good thing for us we had a friend at the airport who got us the “Premium” economy class seats ;)
I was getting some shut eye while the plane was stuck on the tarmac in Winnipeg and was abruptly awakened by this musician with huge hair, I had noticed him earlier as he was scoping out empty seats which I also had my eye on. He had made his way to a seat behind me and then woke me up by shouting across the plane for BEER as he was apparently a raging alcoholic. The second time I came out of consciousness on that flight was when I dreamed I was drowning in a big pool then woke myself up to find I was drowning... just in a pool of my own drool :s
I would have to say the most exciting part about the plan ride though was when we were rounding London and the plane decided to drop out of the air. It was pretty funny as there were all these people walking around the cabin while the seat belt light was on acting like god owed them something because there flight had been delayed 8 hours by now.... guess what? God doesn’t owe you anything.... hehehe
Finally we get to Gatwick airport but the fun hasn’t stopped yet. First the immigration officer decides to give us a hard time because Maria applied for a work visa but was denied and then decided to try enter the country anyway. Then I’m left standing at the luggage carousel watching a single red backpack go round and round but it wasn’t my red backpack! Some dude from Winnipeg decided to snatch my bag.... I guess it looked fancier. Luckily for me I had a baggage tag that said “WRONG: being mistaken or incorrect (as in: it’s wrong to take my bag)” and I think that got the better of him and he decided to turn it over.
The hostel is nice enough except for the luggage room which needs to be seen to believed.... let me just say if you need some underwear and you don’t care too much about personal hygiene then this is the room for you.
I was getting some shut eye while the plane was stuck on the tarmac in Winnipeg and was abruptly awakened by this musician with huge hair, I had noticed him earlier as he was scoping out empty seats which I also had my eye on. He had made his way to a seat behind me and then woke me up by shouting across the plane for BEER as he was apparently a raging alcoholic. The second time I came out of consciousness on that flight was when I dreamed I was drowning in a big pool then woke myself up to find I was drowning... just in a pool of my own drool :s
I would have to say the most exciting part about the plan ride though was when we were rounding London and the plane decided to drop out of the air. It was pretty funny as there were all these people walking around the cabin while the seat belt light was on acting like god owed them something because there flight had been delayed 8 hours by now.... guess what? God doesn’t owe you anything.... hehehe
Finally we get to Gatwick airport but the fun hasn’t stopped yet. First the immigration officer decides to give us a hard time because Maria applied for a work visa but was denied and then decided to try enter the country anyway. Then I’m left standing at the luggage carousel watching a single red backpack go round and round but it wasn’t my red backpack! Some dude from Winnipeg decided to snatch my bag.... I guess it looked fancier. Luckily for me I had a baggage tag that said “WRONG: being mistaken or incorrect (as in: it’s wrong to take my bag)” and I think that got the better of him and he decided to turn it over.
The hostel is nice enough except for the luggage room which needs to be seen to believed.... let me just say if you need some underwear and you don’t care too much about personal hygiene then this is the room for you.
posted by Nigel Soon at 12:03 PM
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I always stand where the bags first appear, ever since someone took our suitcase home instead of his similar-looking one.
Russell
PS: So, you're saying you're stealing other people's underwear? Again?! :-)
You would have been so proud Russell. I practically had my head in the baggage door when my luggage came out onto the belt in Barcelona.
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