Since I'm focusing on the journey itself here, let's skip to the trip back to good ol' Russia now. I flew from the US to London, a fact that I was quite thrilled about. I don't know how the overnight flight flew by so fast, considering how little of it was spent sleeping- or so I thought. I did watch Jack Reacher, though. Anyway, I arrived in London and embarked on the best layover ever. Twelve and a half hours in my favorite city. They really twisted my arm. I think the only downfall to the day was that I didn't have enough time to see everything and my exhaustion and sore feet were starting to hold me down a little by the end. After a fun-filled day I hopped on the Tube for the last time (this time around at least-I'll be back) and made my way back to Heathrow. I got through security and whatnot a little early so I sat around waiting for my phone to charge. A little girl, probably around 3 years old, strutted up to me and said, "'Scuse me!" Then she proceeded to chat away. After a little while she walked back to her mom, only to return a couple minutes later. She started running back and forth and came back one last time and said, "I'm sweaty." Shortly thereafter, she was summoned by her parents to head to their gate. She was a cheeky little thing.
Not too long thereafter, I made my way to my plane. Pre-boarding seemed to be taking forever and people seemed to be trickling up, so I thought maybe I just missed the memo. As I was making my way to the ticket-checker I passed a man on his phone who I heard say, "Yeah. Not many smiling faces..." and then something about Russians. Apparently my Moscow face has gotten too convincing. While I was in transit they announced that there was a problem with the plane and that everyone who had boarded was getting off the plane while we waited for another plane. A little while later they announced that they could not, in fact, get another plane and would be cancelling the flight. Blast I could have stayed in the city longer. Having never had a flight cancelled before I wasn't sure whether they would provide accommodation and transportation and so forth. I wondered if I was going to have to have another sleepover in the airport.
I didn't. But this story is too long already and it gets even better, so that's all I'm sayin' for now. Gosh, airports are exciting.
I'm not sayin', I'm just sayin'.
Not too long thereafter, I made my way to my plane. Pre-boarding seemed to be taking forever and people seemed to be trickling up, so I thought maybe I just missed the memo. As I was making my way to the ticket-checker I passed a man on his phone who I heard say, "Yeah. Not many smiling faces..." and then something about Russians. Apparently my Moscow face has gotten too convincing. While I was in transit they announced that there was a problem with the plane and that everyone who had boarded was getting off the plane while we waited for another plane. A little while later they announced that they could not, in fact, get another plane and would be cancelling the flight. Blast I could have stayed in the city longer. Having never had a flight cancelled before I wasn't sure whether they would provide accommodation and transportation and so forth. I wondered if I was going to have to have another sleepover in the airport.
I didn't. But this story is too long already and it gets even better, so that's all I'm sayin' for now. Gosh, airports are exciting.
I'm not sayin', I'm just sayin'.
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