Aaah, beautiful London. Historic, enriching… wait, did that sign say Chicago?
Day one of our four day trip to London started off well. I decided to stay up all night on Wednesday as part of my master plan to reduce some jet lag and get in to the groove of the 6 hour time difference. I was starting to feel the effects of the lack of sleep around 3am Thursday morning. I showered, finished packing and made breakfast for Nick and I since finding super early morning food at the airport can be a daunting task.
We got to the airport a little after 5am. We checked in and made it through airport security pretty quickly. Our flight left at 7am, destination Chicago, and even arrived around 20 minutes early. The connecting flight to London was only a few gates down and we had about 15 minutes to relax before boarding. The plane we were in was ginormous, and only about 5/8 full. We were supposed to depart at 9:10am. 9:10 came and went. 9:20. 9:30. Finally the captain made an announcement that there were some electrical lighting issues or something to that effect. He said the maintenance crew was working on it, and we would be on our way soon. He also made a point to say it wasn’t real important and that he was pretty sure we could safely fly without the lights working. 10:00. 10:30. 11:00. 11:10am rolls around and the captain makes another announcement. The repairs weren’t going as planned (no shit, really?) and he wasn’t sure when it would be fixed. But more importantly, London has some sort of flight curfew and there would be no way we would make it there in time. About half an hour later he announced the flight would be delayed until 6:00pm.
So we all gathered our stuff and got off the plane. Times like this makes me glad we didn’t check luggage because I’d be paranoid about whether or not it would be accompanying me on the 6:00 flight. It’s about 2:30 now… only 3 more hours of sitting here in the airport before sitting another 7 hours on the plane. Oh well, it could have been worse. The flight could have been canceled, or they could have made us wait until tomorrow.
Ooooo. But did you keep a tally of how many times Nick bitched about how early he had to get up for a 6 p.m. connecting flight? Now that would be interesting.