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I livez!
Damn, never thought I'd get here.
I looked out the window at 2AM and realized I might have been a little cocky in believing my 6AM train was a good idea. So I went down to the train station @ 4AM and took an earlier train. We were delayed, but I had plenty of time to check in my luggage and head up for a bit to eat.
Little did I know it was the last I really managed to scarf down (this was 8AM).
So, the flight was scheduled for 10.35 - right up until we got to the gate (mind you, first it was gate C23 - then I went to the loo, came back out and it was suddenly C30). At the gate the previous flight to the US was still parked because someone was having trouble with his papers/passport (probably lacked something, it's usually the problem). Anywho, this meant our flight was delayed in parking and spitting out its passengers and when we got on board, we were number 13 in the line of planes set up for defrosting (it's necessary, trust me - it was bloody cold - around -10C). This meant another hour and a half on top of the half hour delay we already had. Though this time it was spent sitting on the plane, going stir crazy. I'm glad I'd brought Nerd do Well (Simon Pegg's biography).
Now, finally in the air, we were scheduled to arrive at Heathrow at 13.25 - guess when the flight I was transferring to was due to depart. Exactly.
Well, a few others and I were doing this transfer. And the 13.25 flight? ended up opening for boarding at... 15:00 - so yeah, actually managed to get the right flight out. Nevermind that we sat on the runway waiting because they were doing an inspection of said runways. I think all in all I've sat idly in a plane on the runway for the same amount of time as I've actually BEEN in the air.
My luggage, btw, decided to take the next flight instead...
Normally BA would send it to me by coureer, but they can't guarantee it on this side of christmas, so they're gonna phone us tomorrow to let us know when the luggage is in - or tonight if the flight isn't in too late for them to do so - you don't ring people too late in the night, really LOL - so yeah, we're heading in tomorrow to pick up my backpack to make sure I have it before Christmas. I'm not sure who felt more sorry for whom, the nice lady at the luggage department for me or me for her - she's the one who gets the sharp edge of the customer's tongues when this shit happens. At least they're honest and let us know that they can't make it before xmas. Mostly because they've had to do this for... roughly 400 pieces of luggage since yesterday. I do not envy them their job.
So, I was swining wildly between sitting down in a corner to cry and wanting to punch someone - again, please remember that I hadn't eaten for ages. Nicci and I agreed that I'd get the bus out from the airport to the park and ride at Ferrytoll and she'd pick me up there. It means avoiding Edinburgh.
So she and N picked me up, we went into Dunfermline, picked up fish'n'chips - came home, ate ourselves silly and conked out on the couches. Until Nicci went up to drop N off for his nightshift.
So two of Bex's friends dropped by with a xmas card and now, I do believe we're going to fall into a coma - because I'm still running on last night's 3 hours of sleep.
So, yeah, just to let you know, I'm in Scotland, safe and sound. Took roughly 15 hours instead of the 7-8 hours it was scheduled to take...
I looked out the window at 2AM and realized I might have been a little cocky in believing my 6AM train was a good idea. So I went down to the train station @ 4AM and took an earlier train. We were delayed, but I had plenty of time to check in my luggage and head up for a bit to eat.
Little did I know it was the last I really managed to scarf down (this was 8AM).
So, the flight was scheduled for 10.35 - right up until we got to the gate (mind you, first it was gate C23 - then I went to the loo, came back out and it was suddenly C30). At the gate the previous flight to the US was still parked because someone was having trouble with his papers/passport (probably lacked something, it's usually the problem). Anywho, this meant our flight was delayed in parking and spitting out its passengers and when we got on board, we were number 13 in the line of planes set up for defrosting (it's necessary, trust me - it was bloody cold - around -10C). This meant another hour and a half on top of the half hour delay we already had. Though this time it was spent sitting on the plane, going stir crazy. I'm glad I'd brought Nerd do Well (Simon Pegg's biography).
Now, finally in the air, we were scheduled to arrive at Heathrow at 13.25 - guess when the flight I was transferring to was due to depart. Exactly.
Well, a few others and I were doing this transfer. And the 13.25 flight? ended up opening for boarding at... 15:00 - so yeah, actually managed to get the right flight out. Nevermind that we sat on the runway waiting because they were doing an inspection of said runways. I think all in all I've sat idly in a plane on the runway for the same amount of time as I've actually BEEN in the air.
My luggage, btw, decided to take the next flight instead...
Normally BA would send it to me by coureer, but they can't guarantee it on this side of christmas, so they're gonna phone us tomorrow to let us know when the luggage is in - or tonight if the flight isn't in too late for them to do so - you don't ring people too late in the night, really LOL - so yeah, we're heading in tomorrow to pick up my backpack to make sure I have it before Christmas. I'm not sure who felt more sorry for whom, the nice lady at the luggage department for me or me for her - she's the one who gets the sharp edge of the customer's tongues when this shit happens. At least they're honest and let us know that they can't make it before xmas. Mostly because they've had to do this for... roughly 400 pieces of luggage since yesterday. I do not envy them their job.
So, I was swining wildly between sitting down in a corner to cry and wanting to punch someone - again, please remember that I hadn't eaten for ages. Nicci and I agreed that I'd get the bus out from the airport to the park and ride at Ferrytoll and she'd pick me up there. It means avoiding Edinburgh.
So she and N picked me up, we went into Dunfermline, picked up fish'n'chips - came home, ate ourselves silly and conked out on the couches. Until Nicci went up to drop N off for his nightshift.
So two of Bex's friends dropped by with a xmas card and now, I do believe we're going to fall into a coma - because I'm still running on last night's 3 hours of sleep.
So, yeah, just to let you know, I'm in Scotland, safe and sound. Took roughly 15 hours instead of the 7-8 hours it was scheduled to take...