Everyone else is finally done with using the laptop here, so I took a break from my slumber to post (everyone else is asleep: Andrew woke up for a brief moment just to reach over to my couch, steal my blanket, and instantly go unconscious, which leaves me in the cold tonight). Without a cell phone I've lost all track of time (date and time of the day). The feeling's not as liberating as I had hoped; I'm still tied to the hour and minute hands, however now they've become elusive.
Tuesday flew on by. One moment we're leaving SJ at 9am on Tuesday and the next we've arrived in London at 8am. I suppose that's expected of intercontinental travel, but it still feels like I've lost a day. And that feeling bugs me... which is probably why my body never fully agrees with travel. SJ to Dallas was uneventful; I slept. Alea, Mia, and I sat next to each other, with Andrew across from us and a row back and Oppa happily in first class. At Dallas, I scrambled to look for a book for the upcoming, longer Dallas/London flight, while everyone else checked out the airport food court. After settling on some book that Mia/Alea recommended, I went over to the burrito place and got something that was a disappointment to burritos and ate it frustratingly while we watched Oppa watch the Italy/France Euro 2008 game (Italy won, leaving us with a very much pleased Oppa). Then we headed over to the Admiral's Club, where my carry-on bag continued to grow in size and Andrew was able to go check his internets and I was able to Rickroll yet another Admiral's Club.
Oh, I also found this awesome, jawsome plastic misprint cup, which I'm sure would have sold for millions on ebay. Unfortunately, it's probably in the trash somewhere by now.
The Dallas/London flight had Mia/Alea together and Andrew and I together, with Oppa somewhere behind us. I watched some television and then decided to sleep some more (as it turns out I was the only one to get sleep, although it didn't seem to make much of a difference later on in London). Woke up, and watched a bit more, all the while avoiding the flight attendants charging up and down the aisle (both of the flight attendants in our area seemed to have things against the world; I had to duel one of them for my breakfast).
After touching ground in Heathrow, we collected our baggage (with Andrew eventually breaking his), we were dropped off at the metro and we headed for the heart of London. I'm not going to reiterate where exactly we went to in London, because I'm tired and you can read Alea's post for that. However I will say that fatigue didn't actually hit me until after we sat down and ate at the Porcupine's.
So, France (Paris) tomorrow by plane (turns out it's actually cheaper than the Chunnel), where I'm sure more exciting, albeit tiring adventures will follow. The posts I make hereafter will probably not reach this length or detail because I won't be afforded time nor place to sit down and type like here at my father's flat in England, but I'll see what I can do to keep everyone updated on my side of the story (Alea tends to have a different perspective on some things; her version of an "easy day" might not be exactly the excepted definition of an "easy day"). After this night, it will be hostels and trains.
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