After packing myself up and checking out of the hostel, I
made my way to the bus stop to catch the bus to the airport…and watched it pull
away from the proper stop a block up the street. Oops. Luckily, due to the
buses not operating at all on time, instead of fifteen minutes later, the next
bus was only three minutes after the first one that I missed. I made it to the
airport with plenty of time. I flew British Airlines to London, and even though it was only an hour
flight, they gave us tea and breakfast on the plane, which was a welcome
surprise.
When I made it to Heathrow, I was surprised that we didn’t
go through passport control before the baggage claim, but figured it was just
rolled into customs after. So when I finally got my luggage (which took
forever), I was even more shocked when I wandered out of the baggage area
straight into the main part of the airport. Apparently I’d flow into a domestic
terminal, so there was no passport control of any kind. A sharp contrast to the
experience flying into Dublin.
After taking my dear friend the Tube back into the city, I
got into the dorms before noon, but check in wasn’t until 2:00, so I left my
stuff with security and Allison took me to Nando’s for lunch, which she claimed
was a necessary London experience. It was delicious. Also, since all of our
kitchenware was locked up out of access until minibreak was over, some of
Nando’s silverware might have accidentally come home with us…
It was great to get back into my room again, even with the
tiny bed and the Winnebago bathroom. I guess I’m not much of a backpacker. I
prefer a home base.
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