We left a smidge late to get to the airport 2 hours before my flight, and, upon arriving at the airport, found that British Airways flights depart from a special place, that doesn't have very good signage. So we had to loop around the airport three times to figure out how to get to the right place. Once inside, it became a little more clear. BA does check ins on the arrival floor, away from the other airlines' check ins. Saying good-bye to my mother at the gate was a bit tough, and I will admit to having cried a bit. There was almost no one in line to get through security, so it went fast. I got to the gate with an hour to spare, so I read some Sherlock Holmes.
The first flight was supposed to be for sleeping, but of course, I can't really sleep on planes. Also, it had individual tv screens and a wide selection of movies, so I watched Puss in Boots as soon as we were done taking off. Dinner was served, and after a little while, the cabin lights were all turned off, to facilitate sleeping. I tried to sleep for a while, which is where my 1.5 hours came in, but, even though the plane was fairly empty, and I had an open seat next to me that I could put my feet on, I couldn't sleep very well. With about 2.5 hours left in the flight, there was some rather nasty turbulence that of course ignited all of my plane fears, but I put on Horrible Bosses and tried to ignore the rumbles, and maybe possibly get some sleep. No sleep was had, but I reached London just fine.
NOTE: sorry for the barrage of terrible quality photos of nothing to follow.
my first view of London, which we circled three times before being allowed to land
you can't really see it, but the cars are driving on the wrong side
[NOTE: Now it's 11:50am. I'm not so good at finishing things. Also, I have only been up for an hour. And it feels early. I was hoping the time difference wouldn't get to me. Oh well.]
I was hoping that I would get to see the sunrise over London, but we landed too early. Getting off the plane took forever, because first, they somehow couldn't get the stairs up to the door off the train. Then, once a bunch of us were loaded onto a bus to take us to the terminal, the bus wouldn't start. And then the bus ride was LONG. I don't know why it took so long just to take us to the building that was right next to us. Then, it was a super major rush to get to my next flight, because it took forever to get through the thousands of customs and security lines that you have to go through. But, I managed it, and got a stamp in my passport and cleared security with ten minutes to spare before my plane took off. I was the last person on the very crowded plane. It was a quick flight to Edinburgh, with only enough time to take off, serve "traditional Scottish" breakfast, and land.
Oh look, all my favorites. I tried one of the tomatoes, as that was the only thing that sounded vaguely appealing, but it tasted like someone took water and ketchup and turned it into a tomato. I ate the bacon and part of the roll. Not the best breakfast ever by a long shot, but I' not a huge breakfast person.
Then, we landed, and I found the shuttle that I was taking, and off we went to St Andrews.
Everything is super green. I have never seen so many random unfarmed fields.
This is one of the dorms. Not the one I'm in, but I took a picture because it's pretty.
I was going to write about the rest of my day, but perhaps I'll get to that later, as it is a lot to write and this post is already really long and I want to go do things.
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