Nick and I left our hotel at 10:30 on Sunday morning, just shy of 48 hours from checking in. This time we arranged for a car to bring us to the airport. At $60 it was expensive, but not as expensive as the taxi*. It was a luxurious ride in a fancy BMW. Nick sat behind the driver and I sat next to Nick on the left side (get it? get it?).
Once at the airport we learned that we could only carry on one item. Not a carry-on and personal item like in the US. We reluctantly checked our suitcases and finished the security marathon. The flight seemed to go quicker than the first flight. Probably because we didn’t have to wait in the airport for 9 hours before hand. Getting back to Chicago was a bitch though. First we had to go through immigration. Then we had to pick up our checked luggage, go through customs and recheck our luggage. Not too big of a deal I guess, would have went smoother if we didn’t have to check anything in the first place. Then we had to go through security again. The whole long lines, no liquid, shoes off security experience. I guess I just assumed we’d stay in a secure area of the airport and that we’d be able to pass effortlessly through to the gate again. Somewhere along the lines there was this freaky guy with large breasts and wearing a helmet who asked me where the blue line was. I told him I didn’t know. Then he got behind Nick and me on the escalator and said “you have a tattoo.” Well that wasn’t awkward. We quickly fled from him when we got off.
It was quite obvious that we were back in the states. The wide aisles. The large people. The flight home was quick, but it was irritating knowing we were so close. We drove ourselves to the airport, so fortunately we got to leave quickly after getting our luggage.
I enjoyed my time in London, I think Nick did too. We agreed we’ll go back when it’s warmer (potential diving), the American dollar is doing better (1 GBP = 2.25 USD sucks) and when Christian Slater is in another play.
*The London Black Cab is the official taxi service of London. The drivers have to go through a rigamorrow of training, which means they actually know where they are going. They also have to buy the special black cab, which runs around 129,000. USD or GBP, I’m not sure. Either way, that’s friggin’ expensive. But they are their own boss and apparently are paid very well. I would believe it, considering what we paid to get to our hotel.