Hey guys! I’m blogging from the other side of the pond today: London, baby! From what should have been a super smooth journey, it was anything but. Where to start:
- I got to the airport on Sunday night and get told at immigration that I need to be offloaded my flight to sort out a visa issue.
- At the visa office first thing on Monday morning, I’m told the process is going to take at least a week. I freak out because I had a family wedding coming up in London in 3 days.
- Fortunately I landed a really nice officer who understood my circumstances, and agreed to do it for me in an hour. Hysterical fits of tears may or may not have helped sway him.
- I’m rebooked on another flight on Monday. Unlike my original flight which arrived at Heathrow, only flights landing at Gatwick were available.
- The commute from home to the airport usually takes me under 90 minutes. After sitting in the car for 2.5 hours, I was convinced I was going to miss my flight, which only meant one thing: Palpitation Central.
Fortunately by 10 pm on Monday, I was at the other end of the emotional spectrum: checked in, through security & waiting to board. After a 20 hour door-to-door journey, it was a physically and emotionally exhausting trip. That being said, it’s all a distant memory now. If anything it’s made me appreciate the little things all the more like:
- Free Wi-Fi & Pinkberry in the Dubai airport
- Catching up with an old friend over lunch Whole Foods (predictable or what ;)) and another with a walk through Regent’s Park
- Drinking a cup of liquid gold i.e. English breakfast tea with real English milk
- Indulging in some retail therapy
- Walking up, down and all around rather than rely on a car/public transport
- Spending the evening with family, some who I haven’t seen in years.
Yesterday was drizzly all day & I am jetlagged as hell. But damn, it feels good to be home!
Got any bad travel stories? Do tell…
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