Heathrow Airport

pic of Heathrow

Finally sitting down after madness, MADNESS! I almost got on the wrong plane to London when I was in Chicago. I guess I would have ended up in the same place, AND on time for my original connecting flight to Berlin (my real flight was delayed an hour). Overall, the plane was British Airways Boeing 747 airbus. It was probably the fanciest plane I've been on, it was pretty nice. They even had parts on the head piece of the seat that keep your head from flopping down on your chest, so guess who got some sleep! ME. That almost never happens. The man next to me was really nice, however, he had some serious Indian food breath, and he yawned a lot, unfortunately. I kept my face turned deliberately toward the window most of the time to avoid it. I offered him chewing gum a few times... I don't think he took the hint. Either that or he's a sadist.

So we got off the plane and went through passport control here in London and then we waited in a LONG line again to get into the international terminal through security. Finally I got up to put my stuff in the bins, got my liquids in a plastic baggie, and my laptop out for xray, and the guy in front of me talking to the security people starts sprouting expletives out of his mouth like daisies in May. Apparently he wanted to take a large bottle of opened perfume in his carry-on and they said no. I thought everyone knew the whole 100ml/ 3oz rule for liquids. Apparently the bottle cost him $500. Why anyone would ever pay that much to smell a certain way, I'll never know. I thought he was going to lose it big time, because they told him they had to confiscate it. Then he wanted to have them pour out the perfume so he could keep the bottle... I don't know. That must have had some serious sentimental value.

After several more minutes, I go through the walk-through x-ray and set it off. Then I felt really bad for the woman who had to pad me down. I had just come from a hot airplane, with loads of other sweaty people, carrying my laptop and my hand luggage, and wearing a hoodie. I was damp. Oh well, I think I didn't stink. I put on extra deodorant before leaving the flight and used my baby wipes on my face and arms. Still, if I was her, I would still be a lil repulsed. But hey, she wasn't wearing gloves, sooo...

Ok, I'm gonna end it now cause now my body temp has dropped and I'm really cold. Gotta russle my sweater out of my bag. Gonna be in Berlin in approximately 4 1/2 hours.

Talk to you soon. :)