yes it really was that good! i know that it’s probably time for another video, but to be totally honest, i’m so traumatised from my journey home, i’m taking some time out to recover!
three connecting flights, when i can’t even drive a couple of miles home without getting lost was enough of a challenge in itself. things started to deteriorate as soon as i got to the check in desk and they asked whether my luggage was really only for one person. having learned my lesson from last time and taken as many items out to put in my hand luggage as possible, i walked away, shoulders in pain from the weight of the bags. having finally made it to my last connection, i was relieved to finally get seated, find there was a spare seat next to me good music on demand, aaaahhhh!
all of a sudden, the captain made an announcement to say that there was a technical issue and we would all need to grab our bags and disembark the plane. hours later and we were ready to take off. all of a sudden, an air stewardess approached me and asked whether anyone was sat next to me – of course not i responded. what a mistake.
i ended up sat next to a 90 year old lady that resembled the old lady from dr. dolittle. you know the one i mean? well just to give you a better picture, she had a very strong odour of curry, ate with her mouth open, sucked through her teeth, cuddled up next to me (almost close enough to dribble on my shoulder) and wet herself. okay, so i don’t know if the last point is true, but it smelled like she did. i swear.
now if there’s scientific evidence, please let me know, but i’m pretty convinced that 10 hours of trying not to breath cannot be good for you. as soon as the plane had landed, i was practically leaping towards the exit.
anyone who’s been to heathrow will tell you it’s not the easiest of airports to navigate, especially when you’re laden down with bags. after 2 circuits of the airport, i finally found the coach departure point and boarded my bus for the last leg of my journey. the coach departed and i was nearly home… well to be precise only 10 minutes into the journey when the coach crashed! yes crashed! the driver then blamed the passengers for distracting him before calling another coach to come and collect us, a whole 2 hours later. charming. never before have i visualised wanting to hurt someone…. i think i might have anger issues!
got to love public transport. the sooner i sort that private jet and limo the better 
Bye Austin!!!
bluesuit12 says:
Ahh, the old person. I’m usually next to the sweaty business man that’s too big for the seat and spills into mine, the screaming kid that throws things, or the chatter box. They can take the form of male or female and by the time the plane lands I know their entire genealogy. Sometimes traveling just blows.
March 19, 2008 at 4:44 pm