Let’s hope there aren’t many more days like this in the next few months. We rose early after a fitful night of sleep and got to the airport by about 6.30am local time. Our flight left at 9am and it was 12 ½ hours to London. The flight was actually more enjoyable than the Auckland – Singapore because I didn’t even attempt to sleep. Instead I watched five movies throughout the flight… the only time in my life where this will actually sound like a pleasant option.
Once we landed at Heathrow and walked a million miles through the terminal we managed to get through immigration fairly quickly. I got to use my British Passport for the first time, and was pleasantly surprised at the efficiency of the system.
Once we got through arrivals, Barry’s sister Angela met us (yay!) and guided us expertly through the Tube system for the first time. Apparently our particular destination was pretty easy to get to – the Piccadilly Line to Westminster, switch on to the Jubilee line and get off at Canary Wharf – our final destination. However, in practice, with 1 huge pack and 3 pieces of carry on luggage, it wasn’t the sort of thing I can see myself wanting to do frequently – or, to be honest, ever again.
We got to Canary Wharf about 5.30pm local time and stopped to get a drink at the Slug and Lettuce (what is England without it’s quirky pub names?) At around 6.30 we left the pub and ventured on to Lisa’s house (Lisa is the sister of a friend and the friend of a sister in Bri’s case who we are staying with in London and is graciously putting up with our messy invasion to her flat and endless London, England, Europe questions.) where she fed us, watered us and let us shower. At 9pm the sun was still up high in the sky and showed no sign of backing down so we headed to bed.
3 comments:
So glad you've posted some new stuff. I've been checking everyday and finally... What a pleasure your writing is. I can hear your voice when I read it. It gives me a real sense of what your experiencing. Keep it up bubba. I'm going to keep this short 'cause I want to phone you. Love you to bits - forever and always.
Mum
Wow, Hana, I agree with your Mum very much. I, too, can hear your voice when I read about your experiences. Your writing reminds me so much of the time that I spent with you (in the office, and at lunch)during the study abroad program. Remember the chicken crepe lunches? I hope that you enjoy every moment of your adventure. I am off to Key West, Florida. I will continue to check your site.
Bakhitah
I remember getting to Heathrow(after I was delayed in Munich for 2/3 hours cos my flight from LA was late and I missed my connecting flight - it was horrible. trying to get in touch with my cousin over here to let her knwo I was dealyed...it wasnt fun. esp when i didnt understand a word of what some of the announcements where.
Ah Ha. Good old Slug and Lettuce...Been there a few times after work myself. I work in Canary Wharf (well this is my 2nd to last week here).
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