Arriving in the UK and all that exciting stuff

So the closest thing I had to a New Year's resolution was deciding that I'll start updating this blog as soon as I get to England which is now... well, just several hours short of a week ago. I actually felt like a lot longer had passed but I guess exploring two cities can do that for you. Anyway, I didn't have regular internet access until yesterday afternoon hence I haven't updated the blog. But better late than never...

My trip to London is probably the most "fun" flight I've ever been on (which kind of shows that I haven't had too much trouble with airplanes but whatever). It goes something like this: we board the airplane in Sofia, everyone is finally in their seats and there are only a couple of minutes until takeoff when the captain makes an announcement. "Ladies and gentlemen, my name is... *blah-blah-blah*... I am sorry to announce that due to the dense fog at Heathrow our flight will have a delay of three hours." Everyone stares stupidly for a second and then people start complaining loudly about having to spend three hours in the cafe and going through check in again when the captain adds "Ladies and gentlemen, we are hoping to get an earlier time slot but if we do, we will only have about 15 minutes to take off, therefore I will ask all of you to remain in your seat." >.>

Well, over two hours later (we did get an earlier time slot) we finally take off and quickly get to London... and start flying pretty circles over the city... and flying... and flying... then our beloved pilot announces "Our time slot was pushed back for half an hour and we waited but just now they pushed it back another hour and we are almost out of fuel. We will land at Gatwick, refuel, take off again, and land at Heathrow in a couple of hours" (Note: it probably takes less than that to drive from one airport to the other.)

Well, we spent something like an hour more in the plane at Gatwick, before we were told we would actually get off there. Turns out there were something like six or seven other flights that were told the same thing at the same time and we easily overwhelm the staff at the much smaller airport. But eventually I get my luggage and I finally step on UK soil (wasn't really an epiphany moment but oh well) a little over five hours later than expected. And if that doesnt seem like much consider that the actual flight time is about two hours.

Okay, this turned into a large enough post (that I doubt anyone would actually read but even a week later I feel somewhat relieved by telling the whole story over again) .