Trip Start Mar 26, 2010
14Trip End Apr 04, 2010
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Before we boarded I started calling family that I knew would be awake. I knew my Uncle Howard would be awake, so I talked to him for a few minutes and then right before we boarded I called my Aunt Janet. I didn't know when I would be able to chat with my family within the upcoming week, so I said goodbye as we boarded our plane.
The flight was long. We arrived in London (squee!!) and we had to get out on the tarmac and get on a bus that transported us to the terminal. Once inside Ms Jones started to worry about her accidental carry-on scissors. So when we were getting in line to get our bags checked I looked around her but I couldn't find her. I went ahead and got my bags checked thinking that if we lost one another we could worry about that after the cumbersome bag checking
Funny story about that. Her real name isn't Ms Jones, but it is a name that sounds very much like an anagram. Their facial expressions were hilarious! First thing they said when on their walky-talkies? 'Don't laugh, but...'
They said she'd be up in a minute. 10-15 min later she showed up looking like she'd been through the wringer and we walked around looking for some place to exchange currency. They can't exchange dollars to anything over here until it's been converted to pounds, and from pounds they can get anything. $100 bought me 50 euros, I think, and another $100 got me 1000 krona. Spending will need to be kept on a fine leash!
Ms Jones bought an ATM phone card about a month ago to use while overseas. We have tried, and failed, at getting the thing to work here. And help isn't very forthcoming, as no one feel s like getting out from behind their desks to assist us. Lesson #2, get a mobile phone for overseas travel.
Also, I still can't get my wireless to work. It sees networks, but after clicking on a network and waiting a moment, it won't connect to anything.
However. There are British accents everywhere, and to be honest, their accents are like a balm to my soul. Walking onto that plane and being greeted by two individuals sporting accents from the UK almost brought tears of joy to my eyes.I should explain: I am an unabashed anglophile. Accents from anywhere in the UK make me giddy with excitement.
Note: Three Harlem Globetrotters have just walked by us.